Silence

It’s not that you always find answers,
For all that you want to know,
It’s time that makes the difference,
Decides—when the waters would flow.

Until then, the mountains wait,
In some corners of your heart,
As silent as the frozen,

Waiting for clouds to depart.
Waiting for the inevitable dawn,
Where threats and fears are gone,
It’s silence that keeps you ALIVE,

Asks you…

“when were you dead, to be born….again???”