Silence

Silence

I can’t remember when it came rolling in

maybe it’s been there

always

a security blanket

turned

an iron maiden

that damp feeling

of wet woolen traditions

to the metallic taste

of regurgitated words

on an ancestral tongue

The stench of ignorance

hurts my eyes

but the way is clearing

and I see knowledge

honest and rooted

on my new path

Finally

the familial silence is dissipating

and I begin to hear

like a lark singing in the sunrise

truth

October 7, 2014

Tressa Lee Breen

Inspired by, and image from, OctPoWriMo2014 Day 7 prompt: Silence.