IN MY SILENCE
In my silence, I speak volumes of words,
On my stoic face, expressions are crafted,
On my broken body, my scars are scrawled,
On my brittled bones, my sores are scribbled,
In my silence, I speak multitude of witty words,
In my mind, words are running like rivulets,
In my silence, my heart speaks my thoughts,
In my soul, my feelings are free as the wind.
In my silence, my world is serene and sane,
On my world, I found beauty in its ugliness,
On my wounded world, I found hope in hurts,
On my life, I swear I could see the starry night,
In my silence, I found safety in its insecurities,
In my mind, words are flowing like the ocean,
In my silence, my heart says its own stories,
In my soul, my emotions are all enuciated.
© DECHOSEN1🌹
POET: OWOEYE TAIWO BISOLA
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