They knew me as the silent one
who knew not what to say
fear ruled and colored all my days
tear stained my youthful ways
Although my thoughts like lava flow
swirled in my fevered brain
when passersby would say 'hello'
my heart would wince with pain
What could I say? I had no clue
a puzzle gnarled and curled
till one day a small hidden spark
ignited my cold world
Though faintly flickering at first
it soon began to swell
into a mighty burst of force
that tore my chains of hell
My tongue was loosened and I knew
my days of fear were done
the spark of faith had melted dread
and freed the silent one.
Very nicely envisioned and aptly presented. Groovy collocation. A captivating poem I like most. Thanks for posting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'The spark of faith had melted dread', another lovely spiritual piece, Liilia