Is it happiness or pain, I can’t explain.
There’s an urge to let it be known again.
It is sitted deep down on the table of my heart.
At this crossroads I find myself, with every decision owning its path.
There is a strange comfort I get as I conceal my fear.
Yet I long for an angel to reveal itself, just to be sure help is near.
If my heavy heart is opened, my fear is made known.
Then I lose my protection, the silence upon which my strength has grown.
Here I lay my head at night, silently holding unto my own demise.
In the morning, when my silence is still unbroken, I say I am wise.
As death comes with a heavy heart, I am brave enough to choose my path.
There is relief in silence, that I may yet know.
It is just an experience as we live and grow.