Trading Silences

It's not easy to love yourself
When the rest of the world is pointing out

the ways that make you different.

And as much as you hate

the way they laugh in your face,

You turn your back and do the same.

You never hug the rain

Because you know you’ll end up soaking wet.

You don’t look at the sun’s light,

Because the outer ugliness blinds your eyes.

You refuse to step shoeless in the dirt

Only because the softness isn’t enough

to cover the muddle of its history.

When the tree beckons you for comfort,

You turn your cheek as if

You’re the leaves that fall to the ground.

You trade silence with the wind

as if its going to find the shattered pieces

of the chaos that surround your slowly pumping heart.

You let your blood seep into the grave

with the unwritten words

Worthless, Unwanted, Invisible

that engrave your darkened eyes instead.

Every day your ears ring

with the chords of demise

And the murder of symphony

blaze in your un-alerted senses.

And even though the cry of music

still remains tattooed upon your skin,

the wrinkles of time hide the fading notes.