Conveniently misunderstood, consistently mistaken,
plow through my heart in one fluid motion. Rip
meaning from soft frozen tendrils. Lift me up, only
to throw me down. Bandage my unsheathed soul, but the
physical ache and abundant anger filter through. I
place a mask over my face to shield the world from the
inner dimensions of my soul. My heart laments, my
mind shrieks and yet no one can hear. The silence
suppresses all possibilities of sound. My soul cannot
make a sound. My blank stare focuses in on the
precise edge of the moment. Considerations and
contemplations weigh high while I establish footing,
firm for the blow...awaiting. I am here, in reference
to there, far from the gentle...far from the
benevolent. If you could tell me one thing you've
never told me, what would it be? Could you say
anything to subdue the crashing thunder within the
confines of my mind?