A Quiet Being

My face is that of a quiet being
Sea green eyes that are unseeing
Inside them lays gold that's always gleaming
High cheekbones of fine breeding
Thin lips that part to allow breathing
My face is that of a quiet being. 

To live my life in silence
My watery words left to freeze into ice. 
Never leaving my parched throat in the quiet that is tense. 
I'm quiet, because my words are violence
No matter what happens, my voice stays quiet. 
If only I could feel less, because then I might cry less. 
And then, perhaps I might return from my silence. 

A quiet life is a contemplative one
Each day is made by one dusk and one dawn. 
And I observe the wild beauty until my eyes are numb.
Observe the rising and setting of the sun. 
At night I watch the stars with a silent tongue. 
They sing me to sleep, like I'm one of their young. 

I am the antelope, running from the lion pride. 
Running from the secrets I hide. 
I am a deer and to stay with the wolves is suicide.
I am the seal trying to escape the shark with its jaw open wide.  
My home is the savannah, the forest, the ocean's tide. 
Because I am the prey, not the predators that they are inside.

It took a vow of silence to see the danger they cause.  
Their claws, their jaws,
their teeth and paws
All meant for a hunt, to tear flesh apart like it were gauze. 
But the silence forced me to stop and take pause. 
Watch the predators and see their flaws. 

My face is that of a quiet being. 
Eyes closed, mind always dreaming. 
Lips chapped and bloody from preening. 
Hair swept back so I can focus on nothing. 
Bruises like cherry blossoms, my blood is bleeding. 
Because I'm the prey, and I can't speak my feelings. 

The silence wraps around me like a fog
I'm already far gone
Time seems to drag out, each second feels too long. 
But to me, the tick tocking has formed a song. 
If only I could sing along.
But my silence is faithfully strong. 

I am a quiet being. 
No words, no song, no sounds to be heard. 
I have no paws, no claws, no snapping jaws. 
I am an antelope, a seal, a fawn. 
My home is the grasslands, the mountains, the lakes. 
The forests, the jungles, the icy ocean.
Bruises that bloom like cherry blossoms
and my blood is the color of roses. 

I am a quiet being.