The silence is deafening
Where the secret lives
It mocks and scorns
Taunts and poisons
Weaves the lie
The fault is hers
Here is where
The menace moves
Salivates to confuse
Here in dark
And shadows deep
Perversion awakes
The innocent weep
The moon is full
Alighting bright
Illuminates
The room at night
But still in dark
The sinister deed
Perpetuates
Its hunger feeds
Drinking its fill
Without conscience
Removed of guilt
Black heart
Wounded and grey
Empty and cold
Famished, starving
The empty eyes
of innocence
Desperate and hollow
See right through
Presence gone
Replaced
Ground hard
And fallow
Oh the lost
Heart runs and reaps
The sin
That was never hers
Calls out to God
Heart deaf with grief
She lives
To pick up pieces
It is not fair
It is not just
The wake that’s
Left from the conquest
That was not hers
But she bears
Her soul torn
Finding no rest
All is laid bare
When quiet comes
Life a portrait
Of all that was
Buried deep
Consigned to grave
Yet calls
To be released
To be heard
To be known
To be held
To be freed
It calls
It calls
In the silence
UNCHAINED TONGUES is the poetry of Crisie Hutchings. Poetry with a purpose. That purpose is to give voice to stories that have long been silent. To give dignity to suffering and pain, declare hope in captivity, and celebrate the resilient soul! To honor the sacred. To validate the truth. To release the cry of the wounded heart and find healing in brokenness.
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