In silence I rage, rattle the cage, but the bars don’t change.
There is a truth I cannot speak, so I turn in silence.
When night falls, the door opens, and I walk onto a stage.
Cloaked in shadows and pretense, I embrace my friend silence.
When dawn comes, I hold my son; in his smile, all’s rearranged.
The truth doesn’t fester when I’m with him, snug in our silence.
My broken soul he assembles, in a silent exchange.
He’s the truth I cannot speak, so I turn in silence.
My heart breaks each time–I must retreat out of the truth’s range.
Inside the truth rages, rattles its cage at my silence.
But I will not break; I will not tell; there’s no fair exchange.
So I keep my son in silence, where the secret commenced.
From magic my old foe, I turn away seeking silence.
In my son’s green eyes, I’m saved, by this loving interchange.
Promises I made to my son echo in the silence.
With him, I can speak; but in whispers, our words are exchanged.
For my only son, I built a fortress in that silence.
The truth I’ll forever cage, never allowing it to range.
I’ll pay the price with my sanity to keep that silence.
Keeping custody of my son is worth any exchange.
My name is Sarn, and this is my story:
the love of a father to his son is so vivid and so powerfully described, Mel! Got to save more to be able to buy this one!!!!!
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Thank you 😊 I was inspired to write this. He wanted to talk
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awww. he missed being in the spotlight!
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Sarn’s not a limelight seeker. He prefers to be invisible. But his son is the exact opposite, Ran loves to shine for an audience 🙂
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aww. he is adorable, he deserves the attention. 😀
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🙂 Yes he does
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An incredible powerful write about silence, and the way it can rule our lives against our will.
That there was an outlet to the silence made the need to keep secrets more poignant and sad.
Excellent write. Thanks so much for participating, and I hope you can again.
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Thank you! It just flowed and I am so grateful to the blogger who inspired it. I just found you guys. So I will be joining you all again 🙂
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Awesome Melinda. I love it from Sarn’s view. The things he cannot tell his son, the silence of love and knowing btw him and his son. The silence of the secrets he hates keeping so much “it rattles his cage.” Great version 🙂
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Thank you 🙂 his son is the secret he cannot tell so your poem hit me hard and sparked that ‘aha’ moment! Thank you again 🙂
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