green foliage

this soft green foliage

will be your comfortor

when the words of the world seem harsh

on a day when the deep wounds inside of you

burnt and bled

sometimes there is no outward channel for sorrow

and so we must carry it

alone in the silence

sometimes there is no place allowed

for the soul to speak

except through violence that errupts

as the things they placed deep in side of you

corrupt the natural harmonies of your body

there are days you will just cry silent tears

and there will be days that love

just seems to have disappeared

oh so utterly from this world

and yet if you let it be

and burn

if you will not allow your truth to be silenced

even when the telling of it

seems unbearable to others

perhaps in time it will transform

into a soft and tender thing inside of you

the pain of which

you no longer

need

to run from