I ate my words but could not them digest
The cruel hint, the sentence over -stressed
As if I tried to pierce another’s skin
Which was already dry, and too,too thin.
Better edit what we say with care.
Even those we love we must not scare
Take for granted nothing we adore
But walk in that pale sand, by sea, by shore .
Do not sink into the mud and dross
Despite we each must carry our own cross
For aid is near but cannot reach the deaf
The silence speaks, it does not cause distress
On the sands, we watch small children play
Bringing blood back to our faces grey.
How my heart speaks 