Silence
“I love you”s and “me too”s suddenly become silent under the weight of it all.
The pressure seems too great for one person to bear, but there are more hands waiting, waiting for the plea for help.
Time stands still when the pressure seems too great.
The hands fall as the whispered plea is swept away in the weeping wind.
The silence echos the cries of a lost friend.
Tears fall to the ground, silently soaking into the soil.
Days pass yet time stands still.
Clouds pass by and mourn at the sight.
The sun is blocked from view, it’s light never touching the one bright light among the mourning tears.
From the ground sprouts a ray of color, directly above the silent beating of mournful tears.
It grows and grows and struggles for life without the glowing warmth of the sun to guide it.
The tears continue to block out the beauty and mourn all the more.
Soon the new life breaks through the sorrowful clouds.
Just enough to catch a glimpse of the sun’s light.
Silently pleading for more.