Silence

Words choke my breath
strangling the crying child
within my breast.

The cacophonous sounds
of ideas cut my skin
with flesh and barbs.

In vibrant colors I hide
in florescent shadows
away from sound and breath.

The giver of adopted life
has robbed with caring fingers
that which she first gave freely.

My smiling war-cry dispatched.
Why? and how could you;
you take what was not yours?

Your celestial chimes
declare my strength
my ringing brilliance.

Your singing praise
strangles the growing life
struggling to be corporeal.

My words are missiles
zooming, seeking their target.
I see you, they see me.

I have given myself
the currency for peace
to co-exist in illusion.

Incarceration by my own hammer
I have placed you as the warden
not seeing the portal to voice and grace.

I wait in quicksand
sinking then rising
holding my freedom.

My voice restored,
the bankers refund
my currency for peace.

I am triumphant
Silently, silent no more
victoriously awaiting defeat.