Silence is a blessing, Thorough it haunts me I begin to fear myself and things that it is sure to reveal. At times I long for it When I feel a bit out of place Praying that it doesn’t last Longer than a few days. These days harden me, And I am soon to become untilled soil, That bears inside the seeds Of weeds and useless plants. But what is there to fear, If I live in my own body, Only hoping that I don't become a slave To the mind that I carry. They’re fighting inside me, My dark side and my soul, They make these lines on my forehead, As if they’re counting scores. But i let my heart push them back, For this little child has begun to cry again, Who would tell her she is loved?