Jul 2018
Thoughts unspoken
Silence is waiting;
Questioning
Is this space enough to be filled?
Moments are measured
By words unsaid
Words that we package
Into different sized boxes
It has to fit perfectly
Or they will never leave my head
We keep waiting
For the right time
In the wrong way
When time runs out
All the boxes will be empty
Unfilled
By the thoughts unspoken
Forever in my head
Perhaps it is better
To speak up instead
Better to cause discomfort
Than find your thoughts dead
Silence is waiting;
Questioning
Is this space enough to be filled?
Moments are measured
By words unsaid
Words that we package
Into different sized boxes
It has to fit perfectly
Or they will never leave my head
We keep waiting
For the right time
In the wrong way
When time runs out
All the boxes will be empty
Unfilled
By the thoughts unspoken
Forever in my head
Perhaps it is better
To speak up instead
Better to cause discomfort
Than find your thoughts dead
When we find ourselves in moments of silence that could be filled - but we wait for better timing. But sometimes the perfect time never comes. And the thoughts die.
Written by
Nicole Feekes
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