© 2018 Tillie Michaels
The silence is heavy.
So is the soul.
The mind roils,
Considering every possible scenario.
Paths have been chosen.
Neither is willing to concede.
For in each mind,
Wrongs have been committed.
Stubborn to a fault.
Unwavering in resolves.
Unwilling to bend,
Such rifts will never mend.
Heavy is the price.
