Echoes unheard

"A tree that weathers the storm alone develops roots that no wind can shake."

The sun sets behind the kopje but doesn’t warm me,
A man built of brick and dust,
Expected to stand to the pillar while my own foundation is cracking.

I whispered for a hand to hold in the dark,
Just a shadow to sit beside me, quiet and true.
But the words were turned until my pain became a mirror for your own smile.

Is it a crime to be tired? To be small?
In this land, one’s heart is a hidden thing,
Buried deep under the 'sharp-sharp' and the 'I’m okay.'

I reached out for a lifebuoy but was handed a task, am I a fool to think the rain falls to quench my thirst?
When it only falls to wash the dust off someone else’s porch.
The silence is heavy, but it is mine.

Reviews

[Marie Kinnett]

This is really beautiful. The emotion is very clear in the poem. Keep writing and doing what your doing. The silence can be heavy but sharing it with someone makes it not so loud.
-Love Marie