2. Silence | Spoken Word Poetry


Are you okay? No. No I’m not okay. My head throbs with memories. My silence is like ribbons that swirl all around
my sobbing wracked body and tighten choking me They squeeze all the fight out of me. Until all thats left is my heart thudding painfully
in my chest, and my eyes steadfast in their gaze, Silently begging you to read between
the lines. Pondering over this I realise that I’ve been
so conditioned to be a listener than a speaker, that when I reflect on my inability to communicate,
I honestly am not sure if it’s inherent or if I seized speaking, when others stopped
listening.

4 thoughts on “2. Silence | Spoken Word Poetry

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