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…
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About The Soaring Eagle

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