Image by permission of Jaksa Vuckovic
The Key
Silence screams without a mouth…
never being heard …only felt…
in the vast wasteland of no return…
where regrets seethe…and burn.
Where can one’s conscience
seeking salve…and solace turn?
Inward is the source of the pain…
so outward should be the gain…
Granting a long overdue voice
to things kept secret by choice
for in the final telling…
lie the seeds of healing
From them grow
the flowers of understanding…
a new melody now…
in the silence…so revealing
©Copyright January 26, 2004 by Faye Sizemore
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