Muted

It felt like a sigh

But really it was a deflation

To be heard, felt, understood.

This is where heaven lies.

But words had failed

The barbs she tried to pull from her soul

To show, to show what it felt like in her head

Somehow became seen as weapons

Her ugliness rebuked, disdain, failure

Then came the sigh

Wrap the ugliness in the deflated self

A costume again applied

To be accepted to the proper place again

My Words

When I give of my words and they are lost to silence
I have time to contemplate
The message that I send
The message left to take

Measured out carefully,
meaning, well conveyed
Are words truly a connection
Or just a game well played.

As words are misinterpreted
Silence can be too
Words can be balms or arrows
But empty pierces through

Pointed words lost to the void
Are in their proper place
But kindness lost to this vacuum
Leaves a wounded space