Please break this silence
that fires my sorrows
and echoes deep in my soul.
Tread deep through the thicket
until engulfed by the darkness.
Stop your shaking, darling,
for these ghosts haunt only my memory
and can be conquered by your touch.
Please don’t surrender to their deceits
or steer back towards the absent sun;
it will soon shine brighter
than your most melodic dreams,
should you stay long enough
to let it arise.
So go ahead, beloved,
set this forest ablaze
with your sweet caress
and burning eyes.
Watch the butterflies spill from your mouth,
wings dusted with sincerity.
Hold me tight until the break of day,
and admire all the colours
you have painted in my sky.
Let us abandon all maps
and allow our bodies to navigate,
my fingertips tracing your veins.
All paths will now lead me to you,
and you to I,
our voices the only compasses we need.
But should you ever find yourself
lost in the darkness once again,
thorns pricking at your pride,
call out to me.
For if the silence starts to grow,
all enchantment will be washed away
by a sea of black,
and nothing will remain of you
except a hollowed out dream
lingering amongst the ancient shadows.
And so all I ask of you now,
my sweet, sweet darling,
is to please break this silence.
Not one single hurtful thing ever got changed by someone grinning and bearing it.
Hurtful things changed because people have said ‘That hurts me. Stop.’
And every time you try to silence someone and tell them that they shouldn’t be hurt, shouldn’t be offended, shouldn’t choose this battle, that this isn’t important and that other things are more important - you are serving the hurtful rather than the hurt."