This Morning Brings Its Own Special Silence Poem by Shalom Freedman

This morning brings its own special silence
Inside I am not so well
Quiet is a certain kind of grief
Sadness too often has low tones
I will try more and more to help
But little I do means anything
And this morning
The silence and the quiet and the sadness
Are all simply more waiting
For more of the same
Life is difficult I know
But it need not be so hopeless
Quiet and more quiet
Silence and silence
Where is the light in all this morning light?