Thursday, May 30, 2013

Broken


Broken

A pale light flickers and in my sight surrenders.  I look back upon smiles and the number I should dial.  Within the receiver I could believe that I hear her, and in my minds eye I could try to summon the words I need to make things right.  A second chance to burn our light, to keep myself from fading.

The questions inside of me are solved by your answers and I feel so incomplete without all your laughter.  Just give me the strength to be your favorite liar.  Do we need time?  Was I asking too much?  Lift up my eyes and I could keep on breathing, but without your light, I'll be broken.

In silence and in static, have patience don't panic.  I'm your satellite, if you're the cure to these troubled nights I endure. Send a sign, I'm listening for a reply from the days I've been missing.  Please don't be late, I couldn't escape the snare and every sting of yesterday.  Was it nothing more than a memory or just a sweet beginning?  

The questions inside of me are solved by your answers and I feel so incomplete without all your laughter.  Just give me the strength to be your favorite liar.  Do we need time?  Was I asking too much?  Lift up my eyes and I could keep on breathing, but without your light, I'll be broken.

So I'll peel my eyes for every shining star, as I try to recognize the person you are.  Watching.  Waiting.  Thinking.  Sinking.  Don't stand and wave goodbye or I'll be broken.

So, How Do I Sound?

Silence

“He who does not understand your silence will probably not understand your words.”                                                                 -Elbert Hubbard



          I often have trouble with silence, whether it's I who have to be silent, or just being surrounded by it.  I always feel somewhat unsettled by the lack of sound. Right now, silence seems to be the hardest word to hold.  It's strange, something in my life goes wrong and what do I do?  I tend to turn to silence for help.  The one thing that I can never seem to get a grip on.  To be completely honest, the silence makes me extremely uneasy.  I am an expressive person, I love being able to show who I really am through my voice and my actions.  But at times, I feel handcuffed from doing either of these natural impulses.  Not by force, but by choice.  Extremely hesitant choice.  I don't want to make the wrong move, or say the wrong thing.  I don't want to ruin what's still there, and yet find out what actually is not.  As wonderful as truth is, it can be as sharp as a knife sometimes; and when your already in exhausting pain, you really don't feel like testing the waters any further.  




“Seeing her sitting there unresponsive makes me realize that silence has a sound.” 
― Jodi Picoult, My Sister's Keeper



             So I guess my motivator to remain silent is fear.  Fear of not being enough, or not being able to measure up in my own mind more so than the minds of others.  There is a great deal of power in fear, but what really matters I'm finding out, is how you use your fear.  So my fear can be the motivator behind my irritating silence.  I'm not sure how long my silence will take to straighten out things in my minds view when things go wrong, but I know silence really does speak louder than anything I can say.  Sometimes, you just have to be quiet in voice and in action; and hope as hard as you can, that the day will come when you can break your silence.  So, how do I sound?