Today the soft, warm folds <br />of your words were scraped <br />away by cold, harsh voices, <br />grating on my nerves, tearing <br />at my feelings, without the <br />covering of your enfolding <br />arms, my skin was abraded <br />by the harshness of reality, <br />and I cried… <br /> <br />I became aware of the cold <br />silence where your sweet <br />voice used to sing in golden <br />tones; without the layer of <br />your assurance, the cold <br />penetrated my heart, I lost <br />my footing, slipped and fell, <br />you weren’t there to catch me, <br />and I cried… <br /> <br />Looked for help in my gurubooks, <br />they advised never to love so <br />much that we would miss anyone, <br />we are only strong as long as we’re <br />not dependent on someone, our <br />power and strength must lie inside, <br />but I love your voice and your arms, <br />I don’t want to stop loving them, <br />and I cried… <br /> <br />Tonight I sang the melody <br />that welled up inside me, <br />was told to put a sock in it, <br />to quiet down, I realized <br />your ears were not there <br />to catch the chords of my <br />tune, I’m not singing for <br />anyone any more, I won’t <br />sing tonight…<br /><br />Margaret Alice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-won-t-sing-tonight/
