Silence in the Barren House ~
I work hard
I cry harder.
I do my best to keep a smile on my face
at times that seems harder than living itself.
I dream in pinks
blues
or even yellow.
I imagine nurseries, diapers.
Hold a child's hand,
kiss a rosy cheek.
A cry doesn't sound so bad to me,
undoubtedly better than silence.
The silence in my home.
The silence coming from
the lack, lack of youth.
And then I try to imagine my life without one.
The one.
It's empty. It's bleak.
I imagine life without that one
and I see,
my life as it is already; I work hard...
I cry harder.
~ Manifesto
