The Silence Is Deafening Poem by Joanne Kearsey

The Silence Is Deafening



When the silence is all that's left, we just need to let it sink in.
There is nothing more to life right now to let it swallow you whole,
We have the memories, we have the love, we have the years,
We need this time to heal what is left of our broken soul.

There is no way of leaving this year quickly, we have to take our time,
There needs to be reflection on what really works and to see the flaws for what they really are,
I know there has been hardship on all fronts, I have seen it first hand,
But we cannot give into our shallow impulses to negate all our work this far.

I have struggled more than most, but not as much as others,
I never like to compare as everyone has their own pain and story,
It's hard to push through when the people closest around you don't truly see you,
I try to stay positive, but it isn't always necessary.

Positivity can be detrimental, it detracts from what it is you are going through,
Sometimes all you can do is sit there and cry dryly, or stare blankly,
Sometimes all you can do is get up and go to work and feel nothing,
And sometimes you can smile and feel genuinely happy, but that's not always likely.

Some people don't understand the meaning of ‘do what you can',
Because it means something else to them as it does for the next person,
For some, it means simply waking up and changing position in the bed,
And for another, they could manage to go to work, but not everyone will know that comparison.

I shouldn't have to explain my pain to anyone, I shouldn't have to prove myself any more,
The silence is deafening sometimes, I can't distract myself from it now,
The pain is becoming unbearable, but in spite of everything I've been through I'm still here,
I should have died long ago, I've kept going somehow.

I'm drained, I'm not sure how much is really left of me,
I just keep going, I keep telling myself, just keep going,
I'm not taking on anyone else's troubles, I'll help, but that's all,
I just don't know how much more time I have to keep borrowing.

Saturday, December 5, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: depression,pain
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Joanne Kearsey

Joanne Kearsey

Brighton, England
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