WordsPosted: May 13, 2011
Do not spill their guts out on paper anymore
Do not dance out across pages, do not
Sing, do not tell stories, do not
Complain or whine.
Have become hard to reach, become
Resistant, distant, a tad too confused
To blabber on.
Have become silent
Silent like the rocks, silent like the pregnant sky
Pregnant with deep, sorrowful secrets, doubts, suspicions
Knowing but silent
Silent like the enduring Mother Earth
Silent like me.