The Silence Poem by Ruta Mohapatra

I have not uttered a word,
Have not hit back,
Have not fought back,
Yet, how do you know for sure,
That something is dead and gone?

You come with that searching look,
Trying to make amends,
Trying to heal the wound,
Not knowing where it hurts,
Knowing that something is dead and gone.

You know that, and I know that
It takes time to heal;
Maybe someday, sometime,
I will forget the hurt;
But for now, silence reigns in my heart.