The Where and The How
Left you and your Silence
By Apryl Miller
Your Silence ate away at me
and my music within,
My tears rejoiced, wept
great gallons as I walked
away from the promise that
Will never Root and
silence that will not break
nor heal, no matter the view.
My tears and I, we
walked long miles to embrace the Sister, The Wife,
the Mother, The father, the niece, the Uncle,
the husband, the cousin, the nephew,
the Grandfather, the Grandmother,
the Brother, the aunt, the Son,
and the daughter.
My tears and I, we walked long arduous
miles, together, sometimes fighting, sometimes
embracing, sometimes sleeping on opposite
sides of the bed, we walked, parched,
accusing, and trying to love.
We walked, me sometimes drenched
with my tear's sorrows,
my panted, wet thighs rubbed together,
my feet growing blisters
from my soaked shoes,
but still we walked, together,
sometimes I carried my tears,
other times my tears
Carried me, helpless in her
arms, like a pieta,
I was carried, dead like with
Sorrows, my tears said,
"I will cry for you, I will cry with
you. I will cry for you and with you as you
Write and as you speak. I will
Weep for others who cannot and
I shall feel the pain and release
for others who have died and
they could not-Those who have
died with/out release-I shall release
them now," my tears and I so that
We may be released now, So
that we may be released from
the shackles of the Past, the shackles
that were handed us as babies,
innocent, unsuspecting pink creatures,
able to only cry and coo, the shackles clipped
in between our cries and coos, My
tears and I, we walked long, arduous miles together,
holding hands, sometimes with biting nails or
bleeding craters, the same nail's handiwork in the palms,
Pieta.
We walked and my tears sprinkled
me with the Beatitudes, we
left you and your Silence as it ate
away at me and my music within
and made me snarl, it made
the corners of my mouth turn down,
Brought wrinkles to my forehead,
tears that were not even about you,
but were really about me, and we
Walked away from your silence, I, drenched
in The Beatitudes, I, safe in The
Beatitudes, as we walked, finally
in Silence, together, we walked our
miles, companionable and lonely,
we walked our miles together, we
walked to embrace the sister, the wife,
the Mother, The Father, the niece, the
uncle, the husband, the cousin, the
nephew, the Grandfather, the Grandmother,
the brother, the aunt, the son and
the daughter.
October, 2012