Sigh

And it goes on.

The silence in my heart,
The yearning to beat with a sound,
beat/boom, beat/boom,

Instead, 'tis a silent clap,
beat/ , beat/ ,
Almost as if nothing was there.


-/Nothing like a little self-reflection to make you realize that answers, of course, are always right in front of you./-

This eye was made for seeing, yet it does not see,
This mouth was made for talking, yet it does not speak,
This body made to move, yet it remains still,
This heart meant to beat, yet remains quiet.
The Spirit meant to ignite, ignites.

I work again.