Space of my silence
Waiting at the door, seeing the clock tick my time, I saw someone walk into the space of my silence.
He was huge and mighty, and all covered in darkness, walking close to cover the face of my silence.
Fear trembling my toes, cry for help choked in my throat, terror engulfing my heart, agony climbing up to watch the eclipse in my silence.
With the touch of his words, I fell to the ground, wishing the earth beneath me would eat me up and I would never have to wake up, weeping to sleep, to mute my silence.
Woke up to find myself alone in a room filled with blue clowns, shaken from the sight of being not enough, wanting to escape yet sulk deep into my silence.
The world was happy and filled with love, but just not for my being, covering my scarred soul, wrapping it with the unfolding lies of happiness, letting the inner self cry into my silence.
Directionless, no knowing where to go, left by the road and like broken pieces of a mirror, my heart grabbed the chair to settle in the space of my silence.
To settle in the space of my silence.