Outside the summer sun is warm and bright
but the silence in our home is frigid as the arctic seas -
the home once filled

Hanging thick between us,
cutting like a knife,
evidence of turmoil
overwhelming life.

Striving to maintain it,
neither will

Your silence
You have
Left behind

What a box
Of no air

A coma
Where our
Words try to
Entice you back
To life

No key
Has been found
To

YOUR SILENCE.

Your silence, I am not sure!

Is it annoyance or acceptance!

If it's annoyance, I am sorry.

If it is acceptance,

Your silence speaks volumes.
It's when you refuse to make yourself heard
That others see who you are.
When everyone else
Has