Sometimes what lies in silence is a trail of tears
Making their way through the valleys of time
Spilling from the cracks in a heart which has known too much pain
The clock ticks loudly as the questions resound like screams in a canyon
Why is this happening, where is the solace in the midst of all the solitude?
This telltale heart sometimes needs a translator to decipher the language
Of a life lived at the crossroads of enthusiastic love and fearful withdrawal
A pushing away when the desire is to pull closer
The sorrow and confusion run deep enough to pull someone under
Creating an urge to run to higher ground, away from the tempest
For a while the chasm sits, gaping wide and craggy
As the battle wages between uncertainty and understanding
Until the path to stable ground appears, where things feel safe and sure
Hold onto the slightest of comforts, even when the silence deafens
For within the seemingly endless darkness, lies the glimmer of hope
Which keeps the spirit of love and renewal alive while reading between the lines.