A Sweet And Broken Silence

In the moment

When brokenness is complete

When out has seeped

All the tears that may be shed

All the dreams that now lie dead

And what is left

Is not a word

But a bird

On the neighbor's roof

Standing as proof

That life continues

When there is nothing left to say,

Nothing to take the pain away

Nothing but a shaky sigh

Not even the question "why?"

But life goes on

And in the silent

Eye of the storm that sturs so violent

Beauty is there,

And with it, hope.