Ignorance is Bliss

"From ignorance our comfort flows. The only wretched are the wise."

- Matthew Prior (1664-1721)

I am a voice

that no one hears

mine is a silence

borne of shame

embarrassment

anger

mine is a silence

of anger

anger

brooding

buried deep within me

unable to exorcize it

tied to my soul,

a part of me

forever and a day

I will die with

it burning the tip

of my tongue

I am a voice

that cries out

a beacon

of the night

this silence is golden

my silence is black

it is despair

it is longing

it is loneliness

desire

it is hope

also, it is fear

this silence is sacred

my tongue is tied

my lips are sealed

my hands are fists,

teeth clenched,

eyes steel

I am a voice

a forgotten cry

a lost city

sunk into the sea

buried riches

a missing link

a silent cry

lost in the night

a noiseless echo

reverberating

echoing

disappearing

I am a silence

a voice no longer heard,

I wish to be found.

A secret longing

a hushed desire

I am a lost soul,

a buried worthless treasure

no one wants to find

I am a voice

I am a hope

I am a silence

forgotten silence

lost hope

silenced voice

I am a silent shame

a quiet fear

that dares not speak

I retreat into silence

a stone face

ivy covering my mouth

lost voice

not indelible

unmemorable

a fading Polaroid photo

a fading scream

a rustling of leaves

a whisper of ocean

a sigh of wind.

I am

I am

I am

I am anger

I am love

hope

fear

desire

truth

honor

shame.

I am.