Silence Becomes Us Poem by Iquo Umoh

Very many words are spoken in this world
so little time to say them all..
or to retrieve them back.
Like the wind they are dispersed throughout the earth
and the elements carry them with the wings of our spirit
that give life to the words which we speak.
Alas we may be dead,
we may be alive,
we may have sight
to read what we wrote
or may have the ability to hear
them spoken to us or hear our voices
speak them again and again,
we may have the right frame of mind
to understand the import of the words
we gave life to in speech or by pen.
However incalculable they may be
may they be ones that give the world
a better understanding of the person we are inside,
otherwise, it is best that silence becomes us.