The Irony of Silence
At night, when the world is quiet, my heart is not.
It leaps out of my chest and flies across the universe
because it can
In the day, when the world screams and shouts,
its wild beating is suppressed.
It wants to be heard only when there is space
for it to soar and dream
and there’s no-one around
to hear it flutter.
2 thoughts on “The Irony of Silence”
Even if there is no one to hear, you can feel it still. Thanks for sharing.