The silent path
So, maybe if I cry and the tear falls,
And mingles with the bleeding of my toes,
Maybe then I no longer suffer of stalls,
That encourage much frowned upon woes.
So, maybe if I beg and plead,
The one who listens will finally hear,
So that my heart will no longer bleed,
And I can finally take those steps they fear.
So, maybe if I ignore that which is blatant,
And make way through the silent path,
There, lies that which is latent,
With its truthfulness it dissipates my wrath.
Now, I bravely tread,
For fear no longer feeds,
Upon my soul's bread,
Finally, certainty so forth leads.
Painting by Ah Yuan