Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Day 655: Barely Audible

You’ve followed the trauma to the bone
Where things stick
Pulled your story through vein
This is the place where memory lives
But we don’t always speak when things sting
We just trace shards of yesterdays until its marrow deep
Til a part of our body sings
But who of us is trained to hear a silent cry
When so much of our lives are loud
Beats broken of the walls
We have drowned ourselves
Not knowing how to speak up
Not remembering how to scream
What are our memories worth
If we they
Barely audible

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