when I am angry with you, I become silent,
when happy i become quite
even my stormy seasons are silent
my silence has confused you
so you took a pen and a paper
"write down you feelings" you said
I took your gift, poured down my thoughts
my hidden intents where no longer secret
rage, confusion, passion, joy ,... all my mixed emotions all rendered naked for you to behold
I am still quite but that small peace of paper
was loud,
all of me captured in that small pieces of paper, just for you,
just for you to understand
my silence
©gratitude
G