Babble

They say talk is cheap

And some words are a dime a dozen

I don’t always agree

For the perfect words arranged on a page

Can break the heart open

Or seal its wounds closed again

After pouring elixar upon them

Or raining wisdom that repeals the ache

That living brought

Through running its natural course

But the truth also is

That silence speaks volumes

More at times than a thousand words

And so many of us only find peace

When talking is ended and silence comes again

To fill those empty abyss like spaces

Left in a broken heart

That is working to mine its tangled history

For meaning

For mystery

For healing