sometimes silence is healing to the soul
sometimes silence is a forwarning of evil
sometimes silence is a beginning of the end
sometimes silence is just a beginning
my heart screams silently
as tears stream down my face
unknown killing my soul
or perhaps breathing new life
into some shut off space inside my mind
that is not always pretty or forgiving
but haunted by the past
to read too much into anything
can be heartbreaking
or uplifting
unkind images dance in my mind
evil once consumed by the one i adored
evil broke me once
left the pieces you now see
so i sit and wonder
nothing taken for granted
because it is only when we draw that next breath
that we know we are alive for that moment
so each moment is precious
do not waste it on silence
my life has not always been pretty
it has played many tricks on me
i give my heart where it is usually unwanted
and pick up the pieces slowly
never quite the same
each breath is just a moment you know you are alive
and from there you can just breath
and take the next step
and the next
and pray i bend like a bow
instead of snapping like a twig
and come out of this breath and into the next
another step, another slide, another day
