I Didn’t Know This Was How Poets Were Born
I see snapshots of war in your eyes.
I think that maybe,
you started dreading the silence –
You hated the way it offered hope
and demanded, the last minute,
that you give it back.
So you watch the light spill
through your green curtains
that used to dance with the wind.
You see how it’s been torn
so you close your eyes, thinking,
maybe the world is better off
with you swallowing the lumps
that formed in your throat.
But sigh out loud,
look out your window and wait –
and remember that
even the night, so adorned by sparkling jewels,
always waited for the light.
Sigh out loud and remember
that even the sky cried out its anguish,
demanding the world to witness its pain.
You do not have to be silent.
But if you do not wish to move your lips to speak,
your demons know how to swim through your tears
but you can drown them with ink.