For When I Am Silent Poem by Raymond Anyanwu

For when I am silent,
My hands still speak
For when my mind rests
My soul gathers the turmoil
Keeping the peace meant
For only the calm to unearth

For when I am silent
My voice so strident
With words so supple and firm
Lucid yet so deep
Only the standing pinnae can heed.

When I am silent
My soul welcomes
The congregation of dreams and truths
Edifying a castle of emphasis and gratis
A fertile land to uncover real me
Where cruelty quaver not.
You’ll find in me an asylum of peace,
Only when I am silent.