Robin Amy Bass

SILENCE BROKEN

I don’t know where to begin
I don’t know where to start
Sometimes I hesitate
To talk about my heart

because it hurts to say
what’s really going on
and putting down the words
won’t stop or make it gone

but only makes it real
and sometimes makes it worse
so what am I to do
about my writer’s curse?

Just carry all these words
inside my jumbled head
the flash before my eyes
as I lay in my bed

I know it’s not my style
I’m not the silent type
I’m not one to complain
I try hard not to gripe

But when the morning sun
is knocking at my door
I wake my laptop up
to document the score

You ask what’s going on.
I think – where shall I start?
I guess I’ll just begin
with voices from my heart