My thoughts are painful
They strain against the barriers of conditioning
My smile is mockery
They are evil, lampooning the serenity around
My words wound
' Ripping and tearing, blood oozing out
My body recoils
And then relaxes to flex again anew
This is routine
It is easier now than then, when young
When the wind blows
The body knows and braces to weather
No longer a slender reed
The body bends to accommodate and reject
Words correct themselves
The tongue has a will, talks to the body
The smile is serene
Knowing all, the disinterest and disdain clear
The thought slithers
To hide, waiting for the venom to release itself
A powerful but dark take on the theme of silence. Thanks for sharing, Rachel
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well articulated piece of poetry, insightfully penned in poetic diction with conviction. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing Rachel.