Silence is Golden

I'm walking on eggshells

And they're cracking beneath my feet,

Piercing my tender flesh.

Each crack is followed

By a tremendous pain as

Hateful words

Surround me, cutting me to pieces.

 

I'm too far out

To be able to turn back

Though I desperately wish I could.

Another crack,

Another stream of curses

Escape her lips.

It pushes me over

The edge.

I am falling.

 

I cry out as I hit

The earth, eggshells piercing

Every inch of my body like knives.

Blood drips from my wounds,

Covering the earth in a

Scarlet blanket.

I look up and see her

Looming over me, her

Features twisted with rage.

 

She screams again,

Her words cutting me deeper

Than the shells that pierce my body.

They meet me mercilessly,

Slashing at my face, arms and chest.

I feel blood slidding down my cheeks,

Pooling on the earth around my head.

She crouches down over me,

Her hand crushing my throat

And a wicked smile across her face.

"Give up" she whispers in a tone

Colder than ice.

"You'll never make it"

Then she rises and turns away.

I am alone.

 

I take a deep breath,

Filling my lungs with the metallic

Taste of blood.

Silence presses down on me,

Comforting me like

A long lost friend.

I close my eyes and smile

As darkeness rises, washing over me,

Liberating me.

In my final moments, I

Truly understand.

 

Silence is golden.

Author's Note

This is pretty much how I feel ever since I made the decision to follow my passion and apply to CCPA. I'm suffocating in a town with no artistic opportunity and recieving nothing but negative comments from family. They all say I'll never make it, that I should give up and come up with something more practical. They say they know how it feels to lose your dreams, so why are they forcing me to give up on mine?

Reviews

[zainul]

I took longer time to read and understand your long piece.
It is very descriptive to understand the basic crisis,yet quite imaginative to draw and stick a reader in its hold.
Finally the use of the old adage,'Silence is golden' reflects great mastery.
Added to reading list and favorites.

[willweb]

Some words can be devastating and walking on eggshells is never any fun. It does make me wonder though...what became of the dream? Was it shattered like these shells I just read about or did come to be, a new life to admire and succeed at? Your poem was kind of painful but...they say...nothing worthwhile ever comes easy. Hoping the shell fragments have been swept aside and the path is smooth as silk.

[SleeplessVolcano]

Your words describe our raw emotions....of when we want to scream at the world.....yet decide that now may not be the time. The image of walking on eggshells is so powerful, and at the end, to be liberated by darkness ads a wonderfully sinister touch to this emotional poem.

Great poetry! :)

[Chris]

Some hard emotions to "deal"...

[Ama May Cooper]

A very emotional piece, good representation of the suffering of what i can only gather seems a trapped soul. The hateful power of others scorn toward a dream enough to perhaps stem the drive completely. Lovely

[Stanley Wilson]

great poem flowed well enjoyed it very deep read