Sun Kissed Days

Sun Kissed Days

Sunday, April 9, 2017

Silent


Hesitations,
confrontations,
conversations.
Crumbs leftover from yesterday
fear induced.
I am sliced paper thin
by questions and self doubt.
Hesitations,
conversations,
truth,
words dancing on the page.
Complications,
hesitations,
thoughts percolating,
truth illuminating the way.
Silent,
suffocating,
drowning,
casting shadows and
darkness.
If I recall our story
with truth and beauty,
unveil it with clarity and charity
will you let me
raise my chest into the air
let the steam and fire rise,
and let me spin my words
saturate life
breathe secrets into the universe
or will you silence me?
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50 comments:

  1. Sherry Blue SkyApril 9, 2017 at 3:06 PM

    Let the steam and fire rise! Those words need speaking.

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  2. ✿April 9, 2017 at 3:35 PM

    Please do. Nothing so beautiful as breath and fire should be silenced.

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  3. Gillena CoxApril 9, 2017 at 5:01 PM

    Speak your truth never "alternative facts"


    Much love...

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  4. Pat HattApril 9, 2017 at 5:16 PM

    Let the fire roar as away the words soar

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  5. Myrna R.April 9, 2017 at 5:28 PM

    This is beautiful Ayala. Love its progression. I wish no free spirit would ever be silenced.

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  6. MaryApril 9, 2017 at 5:54 PM

    Ayala, this is a different style for you, I think; and I really like it. It feels like you have really looked into yourself in this poem. But, one thing for sure, never ever allow yourself to be silenced!

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  7. TruedessaApril 9, 2017 at 5:59 PM

    May you always be able to spin your words. You have a voice that wants and needs to be heard.

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  8. ZQApril 9, 2017 at 6:32 PM

    After all that? Who could ever silence YOU!
    Exciting write.
    ZQ

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  9. ThotpurgeApril 9, 2017 at 6:58 PM

    I am sliced paper thin
    by questions and self doubt....strong line, nicely done!

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  10. indybevApril 9, 2017 at 8:03 PM

    What a lovely way with words! "Crumbs left over from yesterday" ... "thoughts percolating" ... I enjoyed the read!

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  11. ayalaApril 9, 2017 at 8:24 PM

    Thank you :)

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  12. AnonymousApril 9, 2017 at 9:21 PM

    Sing out. Sing out. So we can gain inspiration in your beauty.

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  13. kaykualaApril 9, 2017 at 10:35 PM

    and let me spin my words
    saturate life
    breathe secrets into the universe

    Please do, yes! There is nothing lost when one registers gratitude in the kind hands of Providence assisting us!

    Hank

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  14. Rosemary Nissen-WadeApril 10, 2017 at 2:43 AM

    May you never be silenced!

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  15. annell4April 10, 2017 at 9:41 AM

    I am listening.

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  16. gautami tripathyApril 10, 2017 at 1:06 PM

    Powerful poem!

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  17. RudriApril 11, 2017 at 8:00 AM

    Love this, Ayala. There is a mystery in this poem that is captivating.

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  18. Wendy BourkeApril 16, 2017 at 9:56 PM

    A wonderfully rendered impactful piece which (I agree with Rudri) has an element of mystery to it.

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  19. Myrna R.April 16, 2017 at 11:30 PM

    I like how the photo adds some intrigue. Makes me wonder if this is an abused woman or child. But regardless I hope the truth gets expressed.

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  20. AnonymousApril 17, 2017 at 12:18 AM

    How did I miss this wonderful composition? Good thing you visited me.

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  21. VictoriaApril 20, 2017 at 8:47 PM

    What a great way to express all the negativity that can derail us. You use repetition in this so effectively.

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  22. Frank HubenyApril 20, 2017 at 10:50 PM

    There is a fear that one will be silenced, or ignored, but one might as well speak. I liked the use of those one word lines building up to the conclusion.

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  23. ThotpurgeApril 21, 2017 at 6:56 AM

    Builds up nicely..vivid image of being sliced paper thin by self doubt...

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  24. Marina SofiaApril 21, 2017 at 6:57 AM

    Ay, ay, ay, that sounds painfully familiar - that fear of not being taken seriously or even heard... but also the self-doubts, that place of darkness... wonderfully well described.

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  25. Paul John DearApril 21, 2017 at 3:14 PM

    Please do not be silenced.

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  26. GraceApril 21, 2017 at 9:20 PM

    spin the words Ayala ~

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