The heart's silent tremor before it breaks
The shadows left by each choice it makes;
A whispered doubt a fleeting thrill--
The soul alone can hold them still.
Moments unlived in quiet repose
The dreams abandoned when sorrow rose
The nights adrift on a restless tide
Where truths of the heart and fear collide.
The questions lingered left unasked
The wounds endured beneath the mask;
For eyes may see but not reveal
The edges softened only to heal.
These are the pieces no song will sing
Nor tales recount nor poets bring;
They live in silence deep and wide--
In the soul’s vast sea they ebb and hide.
Apple Beth