Did you hear and can you see the story of my pain?
Did I hear your cries or where they silence to my ears?
Did I see your tears? Or did I feared it would paint the picture of us sharing the same scenario just in a different time frame?
Did my lips preach the sermon but didn't teach the lesson?
Unwritten letters, stories filled with pain and yet no one read them. No one could grasp the person blues because the words written in ink was erase my droplets of insecurities.
Maybe the silence was because our voice remain in our head and locked up in our hearts of freeing the cage rage inside. Yet, seeping out of tiny wounds anger, guilt, hurt, mistrust and the thought no one will hear the cry of a broken soul.
©2015 Tamyara Brown- Tamluvstowrite
Author Tamyara Brown
My love for writing is unconditional. It is my sanity in this crazy world.