I’ve lost my words today –
They’ll come back to me, I know
When the griefstone blocking the
Synapses in my brain
Gets rolled away
When I am no longer standing
On the shore of a Tsunami,
Staring down the barrel
Of a trauma laden gun.
Words are my power,
They will not forsake me long
But how strange for now
To own a mouth
Not for speaking
To have a throat
Poised for a scream
that dies before shrieking;
How heavy is this silence,
Pressing expression out of place…
Entombed in a sunken grave, I wait.
I find I can whisper
And feel betrayed
By the loudness of the
Noise it makes;
Little more than breath,
To test if I have any strength left
To do more than
Push myself through
The motions of the day…
An automaton
Haunted by the silence
Of the grave.