Emotion

just something I wrote about a year ago...mainly referring to my parents' separation.

I open my heart to the sound of silence.

My mind speaks but is overcome by fear;

No one is gone, yet still, no one is here.

Is it shame I feel, even in their presence?

 

Why embarrassed over what I can’t control?

I speak on paper, emotions flow in ink;

Yet with no contact, further down I sink.

Until a rope, someone, something to pull.

 

And I float.