It was the silence that kept me,
the silence I heard in the night,
after the fighting had commenced,
and the screaming
And as I aged, it opened my eyes,
why my eyes never turned from the light,
since my birth was covered in the shadows,
and only seen in the words that I write.
Though all I remember is the darkness
the screams have never left me,
they circle in my head,
and the shouting doesn’t scare me,
it keeps me warm instead,
as I look forward
and find solace
to what’s up ahead...
Your screams don’t scare me anymore,
those shouts I heard through closed doors,
and those angry steps felt on the floor,
is all that’s left to close the door,
and lock it
in the past.
Since I found a means to surpass,
in the shadows, I found my birth,
and with my hands and fingers,
I found worth
and the cure
to the imagine.