The silence is broken, my spirit is free.
Wounds gaping open for all to see.
Like salt in a cut, my heart it stings.
I can’t believe the pain it brings.
The silence is broken, my spirit is torn.
Do I rejoice or do I mourn?
The silence is broken, now my spirit must choose,
What is to gain, and what is to lose?
Author notes
Paw-writer
Silence
A contest entry
- Silence by Lislaine.
600 points, ended October 16, 2008, 29 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - PIF Contest by owlish.
700 points, ended October 30, 2008, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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WOW... nice job! i can tell you must have made a tremendous effort. keep penning!
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Great! Short, but loaded with great and provoking thought. Love the rhyme, great couplets. Thanks for following the rules SO MUCH. Sometimes we are stuck and wavering between indecision... but in the end, we have to decide. Amazing piece.
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WAW!!! I love this one! One of my favorites!
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for all to see
so many many need to see this
so brave of you
gives hope to many who feel hopeless and imprisoned.
God bless you always my brave strong friend...
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