The Silent Cry

So the time has come The silent letter with loud words has arrived Hurting my pride making me cry a river The morning chirping of the summer birds - It’s as though they have stopped, my heart has dropped I’ve lost the fight, I’ve lost my pride Rushes of sadness anchor me down for the long ride So slow and yet so fast and so completely out of control- Where to go what to do? Now I have to pack my life, into a box Take what I can and let the rest standing- Standing carelessly somewhere in the open air where people will stop and glace The abandoned mess filled with blood red madness and the purple dress A lifetime of memories hidden in these walls - The childhood scrolls across the walls in crayons of blue and pink And here I stand my arms held over the sink - Gosh I can’t even think “What will I tell my kids when they arrive home from school?” “Oh God this is so cruel” So ok I must be strong pull it together and just move on - The single mothers fighting song Maybe I can call my friend to help move us out Or maybe I should just silently shout! (Written for the Home Foreclosure contest!)