Unheard, a poem written by Christine Bolton at Spillwords.com

Unheard

Unheard

written by: Christine Bolton

@Poetry4Healing

 

My words do not reach you anymore
They hang heavy in the air, waiting to be heard
Full of love, passion, anger, questioning
But your ears are closed to them
They fall to the ground unanswered
As is always the way

You, too busy speaking your own truths
to care about my thoughts and dreams
I die a little death each time this happens
Over time parts of me become numb
Where the life once used to be
Benign stumps from which nothing will grow

Neglected like a plant trying to thrive in a closet
No sunshine to nurture life or water to quench its thirst
When the desire to speak and be heard is eventually lost
Then that is when you will hear me no more
The only sound to be heard will be you
Talking to the wind

Christine Bolton

Christine Bolton

Christine Bolton-Brown was born and raised in London before moving to the US in the mid 1980s and eventually settled in Florida in 2000. She has been writing poetry since she was a child finding it helpful in the good times and bad times. She is always looking within to find the answers to life's problems and writes thought-provoking poetry and prose. She is an active blogger and is in the process of publishing her first book of poetry.
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