Love and Words

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silence

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Silence,

I think silence,

is all that can sustain me now.


Silence,

sweet silence.

Heavy with memory.


What if?

What if I opened my arms

and let these stones fall

and no one was crushed?


What if?

What if I let these stones fall

and instead of disaster and ruin,

they patterned into a road

so much easier to tread?


Would it be

so devastatingly bad, 

if I were to choose

to give up all that I had?


To give it up,

to turn away

and keep only

my thoughts.

My hope.


What if?

What if I were to put down

all that had been given me,

and choose instead,

to carry

only the things

I have found?

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