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Silent Soul
To admit that I am emotionally destroyed is simple.
I still remember the calm beauty and unconditional love it carried, before my soul became silent.
It’s been 14 years.
It shredded every time another unconscionable human seized the chance to prey on a lady attempting to heal.
Each crack. Each attack. Unnerved at how much I lacked. Learning that the sound of my fear is silent.
Scars ascended and descended smothering the foundation of my soul.
There are no words to scribe what I feel in the hollows. Every time I return.
My life is observational and outside the explanation inside of a dictionary.
It is a kaleidoscope of imagery that is undefined.
Today I am spinning off the lens.
I still remember the calm beauty and unconditional love it carried, before my soul became silent.
It’s been 14 years.
It shredded every time another unconscionable human seized the chance to prey on a lady attempting to heal.
Each crack. Each attack. Unnerved at how much I lacked. Learning that the sound of my fear is silent.
Scars ascended and descended smothering the foundation of my soul.
There are no words to scribe what I feel in the hollows. Every time I return.
My life is observational and outside the explanation inside of a dictionary.
It is a kaleidoscope of imagery that is undefined.
Today I am spinning off the lens.
Published 12th Jul 2021
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12th Jul 2021 2:48pm
Dear L!
How wonderful to see you!!
And while I’m happy to see you your beautiful poem is brimming with such relatable feelings of loss and sorrow. You’ve defined these emotions so painfully brilliant
“ My life is observational and outside the explanation inside of a dictionary.” It’s feral, primal screaming a lot of days for me and I really appreciate this description and your clever use of inside/outside. Poignant and honest write. So happy to see you back. H🌷
How wonderful to see you!!
And while I’m happy to see you your beautiful poem is brimming with such relatable feelings of loss and sorrow. You’ve defined these emotions so painfully brilliant
“ My life is observational and outside the explanation inside of a dictionary.” It’s feral, primal screaming a lot of days for me and I really appreciate this description and your clever use of inside/outside. Poignant and honest write. So happy to see you back. H🌷
