If Silence Could Speak

every humiliation

each tiny wrongdoing

she twists

turns her pillow over

fighting a wee-hour battle

with her worthy opponent:
Insomnia.

How squeezed she would feel

how terribly frightened

fearful, black thoughts sucking life

right out of her

dumping it in the city sewers.

Flattened, shattered, gasping

for a drop of life

she lay

still, as death.

But such forces

as the one we know intimately

yields to no shadow master.

Sweeps in – no, that’s not its style,

It’s subtle, gentle

caring and kind.

It mends, heals, caresses

all in due course.

Reminds, ushers, helps and supports.

shows the splendor, the greenery, the unapologising

inherent force

of life.

It works not in bursts, nor in spectacular shows.

It hums, breezes, vibrates and leads the way.

Step by step

breath by breath

until the force – life – fills every pore

Uncontainable

unstoppable

pulsating

it soars

roaring – if silence could speak –

if I pay for my aliveness with death

let it come.