Perhaps both the same?
03.26.07 (8:31 am) [edit]
Perhaps both the same?
Silence can be deafening,
Often feared,
Of what it will whisper of things true,
Expressing the depths,
The inner conflicts laid bare.
Truth hard to bear and without Mercy,
Or so it seems at times.
The prospect of new life,
The fruit of self knowledge is something feared,
Leaving what is known behind.
Birth is a painful ordeal,
So much like death,
Perhaps they are both the same?