It can be a miracle
It can be death
It can be beautiful
No sounds can be heard
Except the rhythm
Of every souls heartbeat,
The heavy breathing
The sensation to speak
The fear of being caught
The fear of it ending
It comes and goes
It can be magical
It can be destructive hold on to it to long
And you’ll burst like a bubble
It can be your advantage
It can be your strength
Or it can be quite different
And be your last thought that you encounter
What happens when this obstacle
Breaks away?
When do you know for certain
It’s time to speak, ?
Time to make a move?
Patience is reckoned
With this ivory decision
Patience is all you need
To brake nothing
Which that’s all silence
Really is
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem