On silence and other demons

Photo by Kelly Sikkema on Unsplash

There was poetry in every

verse of my silence –

I simply

couldn't let it out 
of my chest,

so please

don't be bitter

that I'm now able

to lay my soul

on paper,

we both know that

if it weren't for you

I wouldn't have

anything to lay down

to begin with.

I guess that what I'm trying to say is

thank you for being there

even long after
I've withdrawn from myself –
I know it must not have been easy
to look after a shell.