Unseen scars

Stay and listen…
I will tell you
The secrets of my stories,
And the stories of my secrets.
Stay and listen in my cupped hands,
Hear my voice blow to you
The hollows of rocks and sand,
Clouds and lakes,
Thunder and bone.
Come, sit a while in the folds of my curtains.
Stay and listen.

— Night Sounds by Maya Lim

2 responses to “Unseen scars

  1. Because you will not speak. Sometimes a poker face can be a tired excuse for being too fearful.

  2. Merry Christmas. Until next year. . . 🙂

    May God keep you.

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