Speechless Poem by Elizabeth Shield

feather light, paper thin,
but deep as the night is dark
your words sinking in, and down
through my skin, beginning in
and coming out, what did I say
was my reply, quite hasty or
did i forget to speak at all
this is your fault, your
silly words, they stop me dead,
and steal my very breath away,
the blame is yours, and never
mine, the weakness here is,
in the mind, or maybe lying deeper,
in the heart, they crept in fast,
and left me quite immobile
so whisper soft, i, like a child,
am dazed and wondering
let my eyes ask everything,
and let my hands, say everything
here in your arms