I am done
The syllables were stones I had to break,
To build a language from a fractured chest.
Each jagged breath, a gamble I would take,
To earn the right to put my voice to rest.
I measured out the world in heavy miles,
Relearning how to stand upon the bone,
Through shifting sands and suffocating trials,
To claim the barren threshold of a home.
But tides have turned to iron in the night,
The landscape rises up to block the door.
I have exhausted all my store of fight,
And left my armor rusting on the floor.
The static screams, the silence grows too wide,
I’ve spent my life to make a single sound.
But now I let the aching currents slide;
My dignity is all that I have found.
Let echoes fade and let the struggle cease,
I lay the burden down upon the shore.
There is no victory, only hollow peace—
I do not care to be heard anymore.