Silence may be golden
And silver, speech could be
Yet we’ve all seen frozen
Silence, reeking of hostility
Silence, out of misgiving born
Silence of anger burning within,
Seething, leaving innards torn,
Silence that feels like an unspoken sin.
Fear that chokes speech into silence,
Sealed lips that have been witness
To horrific, heinous violence
Minds, no longer able to express..
This is the silence that comes to my mind
It is not golden, of that I am sure
I will be happy when speech I can find
Words full of love and happiness pure.