WHERE SILENCE BLEEDS

Listen, mine lives there If you lean in close enough to silence You'll hear it The quite breaking and bleeding of my heart Mine leaves there! In silence In the dark corners Between words that never made it past my lips Where my heart grew heavy with the weight of unsaid things It aches that I can't say it out Yet it shatters more when it resides within Should I cage the storm within my ribs Or let it fall from my eyes, my voice or From the fragile places I keep hidden I question myself Though tears require permission to exist As though grief must first knock politely Before entering my heart So instead....... I bleed on paper I bleed on paper because silence is too heavy to carry And when the nights grows longer than my thoughts I bleed on paper Because ink is the only language my pain understands Where the pen becomes my blade and the page becomes a confession booth As I bleed on paper Somewhere between the ink and ache Between the breaking and breathing Somewhere in the ruins of this silence I bleed...... on paper But still, a stubborn fragment of my soul, refuses to die