Inside of us
Withered away,
I wait for life to grow again,
but the green stems break,
in my frightened hands.
The black shadows speak,
their toxic words in pink colors,
to hide the lies from my fragile heart,
until the truth vanishes out of sight.
Screams of pain fill the sky,
but a blue blanket represents the silence.
The louder I scream,
the greater is the silence.
So I have to become calm,
in order to find peace.
Memories engraved in stone,
are written on the walls of my heart.
Portrayed on parchment paper,
they are shaped into hundreds of poems.
Looking back at the past,
invites me to learn lessons,
to celebrate new hope,
illuminating my soul,
in millions of colors.
When Heaven remains silent,
lessons we have already learned,
become the indicators on our journey of life,
and growth appears inside of us.
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