All I hear is silence,
an emptiness that envelopes.
A fog that embraces all my darkest secrets.
My hope is a finding of the light.
A lightening of the soul
fireworks in the night
flares from sea
fights that never start....
A struggle that finally ends.
Silence is not a curse, but an opportunity
Where feelings once unreachable lead to change never ending
After a year of constant struggle, and the battle ongoing,
A flower is eventually blooming.
Its roots grow down on the base of positivity.
Each effort in hope of growing pretty
This life is anew,
Covered in dew,
From the fresh rain that fell so softly...
But then you remember.
When the path fell apart and crumbled all about.
And realizing the path was never fully fixed in the first place.
The battle quietly raging,
In that thing we call a brain,
It rebels, wanting to succeed in the goal I've atained.
Remember, it's only silence...
Life makes the noise.
