How do I listen to the silence, when my mind is full of muck
‘Cause the struggles of past decades, out-weigh a ten-ton truck?
For through my colored glasses, life was such a dream
My children they were cherubs; and my man, he was a gem.
Yet I found through reading journals, thoughts and feelings from my heart
That reality was different, so it was set apart.
As I spun my little fantasy for all the world to see
Pretending in our happy home, fooled all, especially me.
For indeed, I hear no silence as my mind screams loud and long.
For my journals tell a story, making truth a somber song.
I need to pray, I need to write, I need to come to terms
With what has indeed transpired, ‘cause right now it crawls with worms…
Written November 2002
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