Prashna Shrestha Poet Free verse

I am the silence that speaks

I cannot cry the tears
that rise when my heart breaks.
So I draw them as words.
Each letter,
a silent scream.
I am a mute soul,
my voice sealed in ink.
My pages speak for me.

I am the stillness
between breath and ache,
a quiet presence
that tides through pain—
not broken,
but breaking open.

I am a boat
adrift on a sacred river,
with a wound in my side—
still floating,
still treading water,
afraid,
yet held by unseen hands.

I am the blank page—
so white,
so still—
and every word I write
is the echo of my emptiness
becoming full.

I am not just this ache,
not just this ink.
I am the hush beneath the storm,
the spark that refuses to dim.
I am the silence that speaks.

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Beata Agustin April 25, 2025 at 11:47 PM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.