all over and around, and within,
But this silence I cannot break,
without breaking others in its wake.
There are no tears,
Already dry, wilting,
quivering as the cold wind blows,
and icy words cut through.
There are no scapegoats,
so blame it all on me,
No, I shall say not one word,
as I hold within,
A prayer to ascend to Him,
for comfort, strength and warmth.
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ad. Lucidus (c) 2011.
