Time slips like rain between my hand,
A river I can never dam
Each moment whispers, never stand,
And I am left to chase the span
So many faces in the room, but none quite hear my silent call,
A crowded world, yet still a gloom—
I'm speaking loud,but not at all
There's some thing locked benet my chest,
A truth that trembles, soft the shy,
A storm I've never quite expresses,
Just aching for a clear blue sky.
I wish to press the pause, rewind,
To show the heart I've had to hide,
To tell them all what's on my mid-
The love, the fear, the wounds inside
But time keeps moving, deaf and wide,
It doesn't wait for hearts to speak,
Still, I will try, I will not slide
Into the silence I don't seek
One day, perhaps, may voice will rise
Like morning through the the heavy grey-
And in someone's understanding eyes,
I'll find the words I mean to say. 🙂
