Today the soft, warm folds
of your words were scraped
away by cold, harsh voices,
grating on my nerves, tearing
at my feelings, without the
covering of your enfolding
arms, my skin was abraded
by the harshness of reality,
and I cried…
I became aware of the cold
silence where your sweet
voice used to sing in golden
tones; without the layer of
your assurance, the cold
penetrated my heart, I lost
my footing, slipped and fell,
you weren’t there to catch me,
and I cried…
Looked for help in my gurubooks,
they advised never to love so
much that we would miss anyone,
we are only strong as long as we’re
not dependent on someone, our
power and strength must lie inside,
but I love your voice and your arms,
I don’t want to stop loving them,
and I cried…
Tonight I sang the melody
that welled up inside me,
was told to put a sock in it,
to quiet down, I realized
your ears were not there
to catch the chords of my
tune, I’m not singing for
anyone any more, I won’t
sing tonight…
Margaret Alice
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-won-t-sing-tonight/
