I have never had a gift for silence,
that darkness is not a cure for our wounds
and that pride, that impression, that peace you want to salvage
is bleeding the life out of everyone
who believes in silence.
you can’t mend a broken mind with a hammer.
So, I answer questions,
I speak with compassion, about the wounds I know,
and the ones I know they have hidden
because I am tired of those able to hide their secrets
condemning the people whose pain overflows
there is no “other”.
we are “them” at a different angle to the light