When She Breaks
Ever there, she slips through cracks,
Carousing twixt the squawks and quacks,
Begging for a single note
Of songs undone before they’re wrote.
She’s vicious to the weighted mind;
Taunting like an eagle’s blind.
But absence draws the heart aloft;
She’s kinder than you first had scoffed,
For storms accost the lapping lakes
When trust is lost and silence breaks.
I started writing this for someone’s recent challenge “personify silence” but must have missed the deadline. Apologies to the challenge creator for still utilizing your prompt.