there is a heavy geometry to silence
a physics of all the sentences
we swallowed to keep the peace
they settle in the marrow
dense as lead
turning quiet rooms
into glass jars
a whole geography
lives in the throat
unsaid apologies
the truth that arrived
five minutes too late
the sparks
that could have lit the path
or burned it all down
we carry them
through ordinary days
their anchor-weight
tethered to our ribs
our lungs adapting
to the smaller room inside us
learning the art of moving forward
under a sky we built from silence
but how free we would be
if we let go of the unsaid
The Creative Chic
Just. Beautiful. 😍
Thank you, Braden 🤗 I hope you’re well and having a good day so far!
All good here! You? 🤗
Not too bad, thank you for even asking 🤗
It’s going to storm something fierce here. DARK skies!!!!
Same here right now!
I don’t care much for storms
There is so much truth in those few words. I love this poem, especially the imagery of “the sparks that could have lit the path or burned it all down” – you’ve a wonderfully creative mind and I’m so glad you share your writing with us, thank you. pp
Thank you, so glad you’re here to read my sometimes madness!
No madness in this beautiful poetry, I promise you, just brilliance! Please keep posting! xx
Great opening line!
Thank you!
Simply beautiful, Jennifer.
Thank you so very much!
Beautiful, my friend. 🌺
Thank you, lovely 🌺
Always my pleasure. beautiful. ❤️
Bellissimo, Jennifer Bellissimo
Your last stanza says it all:
but how free we would be
if we let go of the unsaid
Chuck 😁💕🌹
What a poignant piece. The metaphors you weave throughout are vivid and powerful. The editing that happens due to those choosing not to see or hear us as we are written is debilitating.
Survival devours thriving.
Enduring overtakes joy.
Processing instead of sharing.
Peace wins instead of truth.
It’s tiresome and will erode the optimism of the best of us.
This poem brings to mind a powerful quote (even included on my own blog) “You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering.” – Hemingway (from A Farewell to Arms)
Just because we don’t show pain, does not mean we don’t feel it.
Heavy as lead, indeed.
Thank you so much for such a deeply moving and perceptive response. You articulated the invisible tax of constant self-editing with so much clarity; that line you wrote, “survival devours thriving,” cuts straight to the core of what I was trying to express.
Bringing in that quote is so apt. There’s a quiet isolation in carrying a heavy weight while maintaining a peaceful exterior. Choosing peace over truth or processing in private often feels like the only viable defense mechanism, but as you said, it is an exhausting way to exist.
Thank you for being here, Michael. I’m so grateful to be here with you and on this healing journey.
Wow! Very well written
Thank you so much!
Very nice poem
Thank you so much 🙂
You’re very welcome, you have excellent poetry 🙂