the weight of fear
hangs heavy in some silence
dangling overhead like an anvil
ready to crush
these are the matters of the heart….
when the silence binds us to the post
and delivers its 40 lashes
when it overwhelms as a tidal wave
filling our wanting mouths
with the salty taste of bitterness
while the even tide of its fullness
goes out, and comes in
and we’re drowning in the foamy crash
of confusion, and in the depths
of the unknown
silence.
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