Silent

When I am Silent

 

When I am silent

I am abled.

 

When I am silent

I am able to see

the barbed ache

oozing from the massive

crack in your chest.

 

When I am silent

I am able to taste

the salty fear politely

leaking from

the shame in your face.

 

When I am silent

I am able to hold

this delicate container

for your stubborn vulnerability

to trickle into.

 

When I am silent

I am abe to feel

your defenses melt

as I stroke your forehead

whien nobody is watching.

 

from Fear Means Go

poetry and photography

by Mary Landberg

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