Where My Heart Refused To Whisper

Anthony Hanible

The night was soft 
A hush laid over everything
The kind of quiet that waits  
For someone brave enough  
To break it

I stood in the doorway  
Of a choice I almost made,  
Listening for the small voice  
I thought would guide me.  
But the heart,  
So loud on other days,  
Fell strangely still.

It refused to rise,  
Refused to whisper,  
Refused to lean toward the warmth  
I thought it wanted.  
And in that silence,  
I learned something  
I had never dared to know:

Sometimes the heart protects us  
Not with thunder
But with absence
A missing beat
A held breath,
A quiet no  
That echoes louder  
Than any yes

So I stepped back 
Left the door untouched
And walked into a different dawn
One where the heart
Finally certain
Began to speak again

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  • sorenbarrett

    I love the counter current of this poem and the wording itself, Nicely done

  • Soman Ragavan

    The heart is a most mysterious part of our body. Through it we experience pain, joy, doubt, etc. Perhaps our greatest protector is the heart. It senses that which other parts of our body do not detect. It warns us of dangers that remain unseen. The ways of the heart are mysterious, but most of the time they work for our own benefit, for our safety.
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