(I was naive)
What do I say, what can I say.
Every syllable hurts.
Creates pain.
Creates a lump to where I cannot speak.
Healing from the past but terrified it will repeat in the future.
The shame of how I was and the things that I've done.
I hope for things new but still watch them breaking my hands.
I thought I had created a new glue for the pieces left behind.
Yet it would seem that once again I will be a victim of time.
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, none that would care even if I cry.
The sorrow fills and spills over.
The containment of a flood of emotions is breaking.
The question still remains, where do I go from here.
It echoes in my heart, Like the reverb of an empty drum. My tongue betrays me so I no longer speak And in that I can only weep.
Written by Nami Sanjo
Posted on 05/15/13
