You Have Chosen
“But I will rise and I will sing,
Until the day I can't conceal it,
Because I hold the saddest song,
I wish to god you cannot feel it” Kate Rusby – Bitter Boy
You have chosen to be silent
And I to speak
Though in this voice of conflicted tunes,
How could one turn to rest and resolve?
There is no relief here,
In these arms I have held you
To help you face your qualms
Here I am, no nomad,
Here I am, no coward!
I will not flee from my flaws
I shall tune them to my loving
I shall hold each wrong to the light
I speak, I speak
How weak I am to still yet speak
To your distilled air of vanity,
Distilled air, threadbare!
You gave me absolutely nothing to hold
And yet I still held you!
I chose to shed light to my despair
As you crawled into the crevices
As all of you disappeared
You knew nothing of my worth
Of my voice, my poetry, of my passions
You knew nothing that wasn’t your gain
You don’t know the half of who I am
And who I am meant to be
You have chosen to be silent
And I to speak
Though in this voice of conflicted tunes,
How could one turn to rest and resolve?
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2017
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