Let's debate morality
Or end-of-life finality
Let's discuss the totality
Of our finite time
Mortality
Stained-glass is splendid, though
Kneeling hurts my knees
Cathedral heights are wondrous
You must tithe and pay God's fees
Ten percent - twenty!
Please, always give them plenty
Clergymen will surely then
Be happy with their bounty

Yesterday was tough
Tougher than before
It broke me down inside
Left me crumbled on the floor
But then I remembered
the semicolon

Today was hard
Harder than before
It killed my soul a little
Left me bleeding on the floor
But then I remembered
the semicolon

A small mark
Seems insignificant
But when examined further
Becomes magnificent
An authors way
Of saying hold on
don't give up just yet
there is plenty more to come

Tomorrow will be painful
More painful than before
It will break me down
Leave me broken on the floor
But I will remember
Forever more
That small, simple mark
Giving out hope for all

*the semicolon

Silence has always been a talent of mine. I’m not saying I can’t speak because I can, most of my embarrassing moments come from when I speak.  I’m only saying that if I couldn’t speak, if my vocal cords were ripped out and I had no ability to speak I’d be okay with it.  I know that’s a weird thing to say, but it’s true. If you had the chance to not speak ever again, would you?