Note the talking but truly listen to the silence.
My cry for help may not always be audible or visible by an audience,
There is much more said in my stillness than my excessive palaver,
Look closely and my pain you may uncover,
My smile camouflages the hurt while inside I weep,
The echoes of my silent tears run loudly and deep.
The truth is often hidden in the lull,
There might be nothing coming out of my mouth but trust me I am giving you an earful
© Audrey Malcolm