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Silence


Silence

I can’t remember when it came rolling in
maybe it’s been there
always
a security blanket
turned
an iron maiden
that damp feeling
of wet woolen traditions
to the metallic taste
of regurgitated words
on an ancestral tongue

The stench of ignorance
hurts my eyes
but the way is clearing
and I see knowledge
honest and rooted
on my new path

Finally
the familial silence is dissipating
and I begin to hear
like a lark singing in the sunrise
truth

October 7, 2014
Tressa Lee Breen

Inspired by, and image from, OctPoWriMo2014 Day 7 prompt: Silence.

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