Silence deafens me to the core,
yet I can’t say it’s what I abhor.
More so, since I can’t ignore it,
what I still try to restore.
The beating of another heart,
which truly breaks me apart. See,
I’ve never been truly smart
in matters of life’s art.
Or the gasp of a breath of another
brings the day its harmony and color.
Either we recover or discover.
Really, what would you rather?
And I still look for you in the mirror
stare at my eyes and consider
that I miss myself better
when I’m not this bitter.
So I lose air as I speak longer.
In forgiving, we’re all beginners.
Give grace to the sinners.
Recall making your own pillar.
Speak more, silence is for resting.
I hope you stop all the testing,
you do to yourself,
– and just,
just be willing.