Who's listening ?

 
In my silence  
Listening for answers so deep  
I could hear the wind blow,  
when the flag on the pole is still  
I could smell the salt like a high tide  
in my tears half way down my cheek  
I could still taste the reminisce,  
the difference between my first kiss and the lips I'd want to always be my last.    
I could feel nothing & touch everything  
I could be SOMEONE & mean nothing at all  
to who I want to notice me.  
What are words? When I love you isn't strong enough. When I'm sorry lost its meaning...  
What good is a song if you ignore the instruments in the background?  
Could you hear? In my silence  
The exertions of my breath  
The drag in my step. The crinkle of my fist.  
The echo of an empty space. In my silence  
The longing to say how I feel knowing nothing would be more satisfying than to just scream one curse word to sum up everything!  
But who's listening....  
 
~Nourish  
 
 
You don't know joy until you listen for God to answer your desperate prayers and hear your inner child laugh at you instead.