The Flame of Youth

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A youthful flame once burning bright

Is now too weak for this draining fight

As gusts of wind impede its growth

It vows to break its solemn oath

Afraid of burning out for good

It screams louder than it probably should

The screams and cries are muted each day

Silencing the flame in every way

Wishing for water to sooth its sores

The mighty flame becomes no more

 Miniature Writing Challenge #48

Breaking the Silence

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Break the Silence.”

When was the last time you really wanted (or needed) to say something, but kept quiet? Write a post about what you should’ve said.

Silent as the grave

Silent as the dead

Silent out of fear

Silent out of dread

Words slay the darkness

Words show the light

Words set you free

Only if you have the might

Break the silence

Scream the words

Write them down

Share them and let them be heard

Because whether you are true

Or whether you are not

Your silence condemns you

Because your words can mean a lot

Silence

Between every word ever said

A thousand more, heard but not uttered

 

In the silence lies the truth

That which is often concealed

The one that only the quiet can reveal

 

A motion, a glance, a smile

Rarely hides what words deny

Through the cracks of every phrase

Run the meanings that no one says

 

With facts always known

And acts protected, never shown

While relying heavily on senses

Rather than explanations that might create messes

 

An understanding that cannot be described

Awaits in peacefulness, where noise does not reside

Words unsaid are the most powerful of all

The silence holds stories told and never told