Convictions

By Sarah O’Brien

Silence that deafens, accusation in your timbre,

As words hang unspoken, a noose to our kinship,

Shared memories and laughter begin fading away,

The power of the pen so clearly conveyed,

Letters curve and rise across the page,

Convictions laid bare to be later thrown away,

Certainty belies prudence it’s true,

Because certainty leaves little room for anyone but you,

A wistful glance at what could have been,

Now bonds lie broken, beyond redress it seems.

 

 

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