The Weight of Silence

A glimpse of sun behind the clouds 

warms my aching soul. 

Yet there creeps in a chilling breeze 

and steals my breath away. 

I cannot speak, my lips pressed tight 

wretched though I am. 

I must stand tall with gentle grace 

lest my heart should falter. 

Filled with wounds no eye can see 

I feel my tattered soul 

cling to life despite the loss 

of hope and love and family. 

A single tear drops down my cheek 

my pain escapes control. 

Crushing weight descends like iron 

the ground becomes my coffin.