Hi Adelphina, thanks for your visit. I wrote this during a time when my poems had more of an ‘edge’ to them. I wanted my poetry to be part of and reflect a culture of resistance, that was not agitprop but still drove straight to the heart of the reader. To tell the truth about the world but not preach at people. This poem began that journey. I liked this poem and so workshopped it with a writers group at the University of Iowa, and then I submitted it to some literary magazines, but none of them printed it. Oh well.

Adelphina, thank you for your comment; it is truly appreciated.

Thank you James (Knight). I appreciate your comment muchly.

For someone who suffers from depression, silent screams implode, leaving only a muted hollow, faraway look. Alive, but dead inside. This poem represents some of the things people have told me about their struggles with depression. And Adelphina, you are right, silence is “actively trying to sabotage you”. Thanks for your insightful comment.

Thanks Tim for your kind words.

And sometimes there is a silence that is so strong that even your screams remain silent, internalized and damaging. I have had many a discussion with friends who suffer from depression. This poem came out of those discussions. They want to talk, to express what is on their minds, what they are feeling, but cannot. That “weight” is unbearable. Thank you Willow for your visit and kind words. Both are muchly appreciated.

It’s ironic when you think about it Fia. Many want change, want to live in a different world, where people coming together to solve problems is the morality, but are unwilling to see the world and it’s me, me, me morality at its source, and so blame people, rather than a system that has created the way people are and act. It’s a daunting task, but it is possible to do.

Thank you Fia for your comment and for visiting. Both are muchly appreciated.

Those moments are precious, aren’t they! We are social creatures and need and welcome those connections. I want to and work toward a world where these connections thrive and flourish. Think how beautiful this world would/could be and how cherished such connections would feel and delight!!

Thank you RomaJ, the matter in motion that is me, welcomes your visit and your comment.

Another ironic thought, when looked at from the vastness of the universe, we are small indeed. But when looked at from our home, Earth, what we do makes all the difference. It is up to us to decide whether what we do will make the world as a whole better or worse. Us small humans can disturb the Universe.

I appreciate your comment Neville and want to thank you for it and of course for stopping by.

Light, I think we are magic. Our lives matter in ways we often underestimate. And that April shroud dissipates as we reach for the morning sun. Thank you for the wonderful comment and the “dreamy and imaginative”, but not so sure about the “smart”.
And thank you for your visit, it is muchly appreciated.

Dreams like this are “sweet”, Fia. They are “cozy” as well, but then there comes the hollowness when you awaken and realize it is just a dream, a memory of what once was. Thank you, Fia, for your comment.

Thanks, Styxian, for your visit and comment. They are deeply appreciated.