Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Silence And The Angel

As a child she spoke little if ever
until the age of five
finding comfort in the deep silence
that she wove tightly around herself

The little girl reached out
Not for another's arms
But for an angel only she could see
Content to sit beneath a table
Or in some tiny corner
Where none could find her

But she listened to every sound
Every word which assaulted her tender ears
She had heard them
Every day every night
And she knew
She knew she wanted no part of it

Shadows were her playmates
Darkness her best friend
For darkness hid her well

When discovered her large gray eyes
Would close in fear
Her little body trembled
But not a word would she utter
Just a tiny moan broke free from her
Then silence
Silence until it would start again


Anonymous said...

This is so beautiful and so sad, it really touches me deeply because I was a very isolated child

Jingle said...

honest and lovely.

sadness is part of reality, well done.

Happy Potluck!

Cassiopeia Rises said...

Thank you mlm, for stopping yo read my poem. Pot Luck is so bog that It's hard to keep up reading other poems but I try.


Cassiopeia Rises said...

Much thanks Jingle/ I also posted another call :The Key Hole"
I am glad you liked this poem.


Anonymous said...

you captured the melancholy feeling of a scared and isolated child very well

A Stone From Heaven said...

lunawitch, thank you for stopping by.I am very that you like this childhood memory.