A compelling reason to stay silent

     Seated here with unclear ideas of how to escape.
The drone of a voice who continues to belittle is
quite annoying. Still the patience I feel compels me
to stay quiet, listening.

     The whimpers that fall from that voice. My
thoughts are crisp cynical laughter. Ah still with
Jehovah's help I stay quiet. Yes I may sound like
a heartless, cruel person but the whomper of it
all is the pity driving the other person is vindictive
poison.

    Ah still a trial I face in silence. Once a chance
to exit the doors. Ah breathing air of freshness and
calming. Leaving room of wails alone for just a few
tiny breaths of me.

    To regain all that was necessary, staying sane
in a world of ughs. La. Clearing the mind of how,
why. All is patient when a smile caresses the face.

    Taking in the scenery of fine navy skies. Inhaling
a happy whisper while looking forward to a soft
night of cool, moist air.

     Seated on the staircase outside of my door.
Absorbing the aromas of flowering trees and soft
moisture waiting to say hello onto branches.

      A huge sigh creates sounds of peace. Deeply
rooted are the words. Ah I want to say something
still the mind halts all that echoes. Whispers that
roll over my tongues hit creamy enamel.

      Entering a game of wills if I may address such.
Holding onto a memory that states all can be well.
All that Jehovah sees can be good. So, yes, my thoughts
may cold and heartless for the one I live with but
the tirade of years gone are just that: years gone.

      I try my best to keep moving forward and this
trying bridge keeps folding upon me. Weighing the
times upon Jehovah. He gives me that strength I need
to push back all the disrespect I receive and show
me ways to give love, kindness, patience and
forgiveness. I let go so much of the ignorance that
is spit upon me.

      So yes I may be cynical in thoughts. Jehovah
corrects me. Jehovah leads my mind, my conscience
to the right place.

      Now placing my hands against concrete and irons
I press up in hopes that the crying has ceased and
regular conversation is there. I only can hope and
pray.

      One more breath. One more hope. Echoing in
my mind is the one I see, the one I hope to hear.
Perhaps in a dream. Perhaps.

      Clearly a smile, a gift moves mountains even if
they are only ant hills. Still the thought of kindness
is a dear idea, a truth.

      Hoping for a sigh to start the long week of work.
Perhaps a few gestures of intricately woven details
seated before me? Only a hope.

       Entering back. Onward to sofa. Sinking into
silence once more. Civil conversation. Yes a prayer
upon hopes.

       Friends can uplift and bring such joy in the
smallest of circles. Even greens upon irons leaning
out to view the blues. Perhaps.