Silence Of A Poet Poem by Faith Cecelia Story

The deepest pain is silence—
It cuts too clean, too deep, like a blade
Twisting her insides,
Stripping away what once felt innocent.

It crashes in without warning,
A sudden wave, a private tsunami,
Then lingers—
Dragging its weight like an old Ipsum
Crawling a broken dirt road,
Every pothole another bruise.

Pain settles in her eyes,
Reflected there as she holds back tears.
Her limbs grow heavy,
Her heart tightens, her muscles give in.

In her world, you are the fear she never learned to name.
She knows that look—
The one that comes from a place
You swore you'd never return to.

You smell of whiskey and distance,
Like someone who's been drowning on purpose.
She watches you, silent,
As a tear escapes her face,

Wondering where the man she loved disappeared to,
And when the stranger standing before her
Learned how to wear his skin.
Faith Cecelia Story