My Silence

To find comfort in the woes of my silence is probably one of the hardest things I've ever had to do.

The silence seems deadly, filled with nothing but my own thoughts and fears.

Afraid the tears will show after the many, many years...

Afraid to be alone with myself because who knows what I may say or do,

Afraid I will question myself and say, "Hey, this isn't you."

To find comfort in the woes of my silence means acknowledging I'm alone,

But I've been hiding the truth from myself to where, is there anything left to be shown?

To find comfort in the woes of my silence just seems like an impossible task,

Someone hand me a drink, or better yet a flask.

Anything to take away this painful realization.

The fact is, I'm alone. It's time to have that one-on-one conversation.