Surviving Poems
Surviving the unsaid
by Mario Odekerken
It sat between us-
not silence,
but the weight of everything
we never gave voice.
I learned to breathe around it,
to carry its shape
like a stone in my chest
that no one could see.
......
My Boy
by May Golda
I was sent to the edge of that cliff, and there I sat.
There I stared into the void, the nothingness.
I felt the rock from beneath sifting...crumbling.
Stillness
I could not find the strength, as the earth beneath disinterested.
......
Surviving the unsaid
by Mario Odekerken
It sat between us-
not silence,
but the weight of everything
we never gave voice.
I learned to breathe around it,
to carry its shape
like a stone in my chest
that no one could see.
......
My Boy
by May Golda
I was sent to the edge of that cliff, and there I sat.
There I stared into the void, the nothingness.
I felt the rock from beneath sifting...crumbling.
Stillness
I could not find the strength, as the earth beneath disinterested.
......
