Words that I hid in silence
are shouting high and low in me...
Sailing through the sea of loss
diving into the depth of wreckage..
Notes high of longing and low on yearning
I wish I could smile at least a flint of it
Even when my shadow left..
I felt the solace in darkness..
Mulling the impetuous
I pirouetted in shock
Staggering and stammering when everything seems afar
I wish I could be a loyal rose,
leaving the fragrance even when crushed..
or the faithful sun that rises every morning in spite of the spiteful dusk pushing it afar..