Diverse worlds of Silence
My Music
growing again after losing
confusing
my mind until I find a choosing
of my voice alone
bound in love and safety
danger and hate
fused to the fury of passion
he awaits.
Flower petals in danger
one twisted stranger
strides upon a wire
of words
still, waiting to mute
the tune of his lute…
Silencing Whirling Funnels
clarifying my puddles
tunneling my struggles
enslaved to the cave?
Riding the train of emotional pain,
guiltless and freed of shame
on no one but myself
will I place the blame
upon falling
I stand again,
with My Friend
falling in pride
and Standing Again.
In convoluted, cloudy eyes
confusion will arise
brazen fireflies
vibrate Higher
“lower”
this view is mine
even if they say “it’s blind”
I will find
My Way.
