Silence

There is a silence

At the centre of every heart

Where one’s true suffering is known

Straining for words

May make for the soul

A  prison

Of ropes that binds us tighter and tighter

In knots

Where the outflowing of what is really felt

Deeply in a place beyond words

Would say it all

Without us needing to speak

So when you ask me what is wrong

I get lost

Can’t you feel with me

In this deepest place

Where the language of the heart is heard

Can you move toward me

Instead of pushing away

Can I?

It is hard when

After trauma this body and this heart

Become places too terrifying to fully inhabit

Then there really is no silence

As muted sensation driven deep inside

Boils away

Making it hard to rest or be

This is the true hell no sufferer can really speak of

To those…