My Story Poem by Amanda Basaiawmoit

Hear my story
Just listen to the silence
For it was there I found myself
There is music, there is pain
and there is silence beyond pain
Calloused hands with lines on the palms
Have wiped away the tears
which only silence teaches one
I stood on the beach
to hear the sounds of the waves
in silence
Instead I heard you bringing me
sounds and voices of my silence

I remember that day when you came to me
''Baracuda''
Tea was good and memories strong
There I stood this girl in love headlong
I saw him leaving, walking away
I see you hurt and betrayed
With the gift of life in the palms of your hands
Precious Life...
Can it be wasted or should I fight
I searched for answers within
When and where did I first see you
Yourself -In love with life
Beyond you, beyond him
Beyond that cup of tea
Hark a reminder
Remember
You are my Father's beloved
Whose faith is being tested
It is there I realized
My story which you heard in silence
My lines all inked in blue.
These words of captured moments. words which are about me from you.
Oh how I wish the hurt I could let out.
But words they fail and am trapped in and out
A situation, a silence, a stranger
An experience where the voice of silence
will help me the hidden rediscover.