The Silent Talk

The eyes were talking 

Telling different stories
We can’t keep hiding
Our remorse, or our glories
We go in this life thinking
No one notices what’s inside
No matter how hard we try
To hide
No matter how good we are
At turning to the other side
Few people still notice, still sense
Despite our pride
Even when we refuse
To admit even to ourselves
Those few can feel the silent talk
Can appreciate, can lend a hand
No matter how hard
We struggle with stretching
Our own hands
They still feel and appreciate
The silent talk
The lonely walk
They can see the unseen
They can hear the unspoken
They’re always there
For us, even if we don’t care
About ourselves
About our struggle
They do care
They’re ready to share
To listen and spare
Their time, their empathy
When we think life isn’t fair
When we sink in despair
We can turn to them
We can trust them
For they hear
The silent self talk…

About The Soaring Eagle

Entrepreneur, Investor, Solution Architect, Award-winning poet, Published author
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