Silent Conflict

Swirling mist and fog,
covering the endless ground.
Evening falls too quickly,
and stretches its’ shadows.
Every shade of black,
and all of its’ minions.
Endlessly swarming to and fro,
clouding all of her soul.

Silently she stands,
forever proud and strong.
The violent wind and waves,
pound the sand and earth.
But the sounds do not reach her,
for she is focused on her destiny.
Confused she remains silent,
unsure of the world.

In her head she ponders,
tormenting her own spirit.
She doubts herself and all she is,
for she has no peace of heart.
Mostly on the past she dwells,
and how destiny has shaped her life.
She wants others to know of her,
but it hounds her very soul.

And as dusk turns to black,
all colors seem to melt.
An argument arises in her heart,
a battle of do or don’t.
Every risk of telling people,
has always led to rejection and disgust.
Not telling keeps her sanity,
for who could love the crimes committed?

She bows her head,
and lets a single tear fall.
A brief moment she mourns,
for whom she will never get to be.
As she turns and leaves she hears,
the roaring sound of wind and waves.
It is a howling testament to her inner heart,
And all of its haunting aspects.