wheN sOft vOiceS die…
Tuesday, March 6th, 2007My heart’s been anguished,
It’s torn amongst -
choices, crossroads, constraints…
Full of uncertainties.
It’s like walking on an ice bridge,
or on broken glass.
Hazy may the future be,
But I must keep going.
‘Tis imperative, no option to stay put,
or worse, to turn back.
But what time is it?
which time, rather???
How could I tell it’s time to gather stones,
or to scatter them away?
to embrace or to refrain?
to mend or let the tear stay as it is?
I am afraid those soft voices have died.
How I nurtured them for years.
They were all mine to give.
And the violets, the roses…
They long have died.
It’s not even your soft voice
that I don’t want to die
because I doubt if it is ever there.
It’s the soft voices within me…
they are screaming to be rescued.
Are you that deaf or aren’t you just able
to feel them?
Or maybe you’d feel them, their absence…
when they are…
but dead?
