Written by April L. Gerard
Silence is sometimes better said out loud,
than any words that could be spoken.
So few can hear what it says though.
It often says so much,
sometimes more than we knew existed.
An ocean of depths within,
feelings locked for safe keeping.
No one ever asks how deep does it go.
Easier for most to not ask,
so they don't have to hurt enough to care.
Crimson skies were once painted
in days where childish laughter should have lived-
leaving blues of water that never shed from the eyes.
Pain that shut the doors of trust in others.
Doesn't mean there's no hope for it though.
Seeds of trust can be sown as nature reminds that
even rains grow things; make them stronger.
Such a rarity of courage and strength born,
uniqueness in its own right of perception and kindness.
Still lonely keeps company...
'till we learn how to hold an ocean.