Cycle of Silence

Cycle of Silence

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Lips moved,

A voice spoke that was not hers.

Silenced in the charge of truth being able to be

Only that which is spoken.

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Cut off

Her truth is irrelevant, discounted

Rendered to an oddity,

Something ugly in a corner to be frowned on…

Then drowned out.

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She’d sit there and look pretty but she’s not even enough for that.

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Every thought marred by the words to come

 Every action stifled

Until she stutters in speech and loses the steady hand.

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 Memories crowd in

The child again…

Thoughts pass unnoticed

The mind becomes fragments

Until no thoughts coherent enough can speak.

She once again is spoken for

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 Glass shattered.

Once to sparkle as stars.

Now its splinters lacerate from within.

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© 2012  Tikarma Vodicka

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12 thoughts on “Cycle of Silence

  1. Wow, pretty powerful write. I can relate although right now, I’m at a loss for words. No pun intended. LOL. My brain’s been on overload this week writing away. I hope you’re having a rocking week. It’s Sunday and it’s Superbowl…Yay!!! (Note, I’m being sarcastic) LOL. *HUGS*

    1. Hi Diana,

      Thanks for taking the time out to read. 🙂

      I hope you survived the Superbowl weekend! We have football finals here but it’s not nearly as huge an event as your Superbowl.

      Thank you too for your kind words. I hope you find some space to take a deep breath and clear your mind a bit.
      Good luck with all your writing and I hope you have a wonderful week! 🙂
      My week is domestic this week so I’ll be grooving to music with the vacuum cleaner *LOL*. Could be worse I suppose 🙂

      Take good care
      (((BIG HUGS)))

  2. Hi Tikarma,

    This is a great and very powerfull write! It can be taken to mean so many types of enforced silence, but all of them are fundamentally wrong. To take someones voice from them, to force them, no matter how, to remain silent is censorship at it’s worse. It is victimisation! And it is fundamentally done by individuals for their own selfish reasons. They will make others suffer in order to get their gains. This is how people get what they want. By dictating the lives of others. And their selfishness always comes from guilt on some level. Whether it be what they have done to another or what they have done to themselves. This poem works with all types. From the microcosm of the individual to the global world. I just love how loud it speaks to me. Well done!

    With all the love in my heart, always & forever,

    Jamie

    ♥♥♥

    1. Hi Jamie,

      Thank you very much for reading and for sharing your thoughts.

      Yes this poem can be taken many ways, it’s all how you read those opening lines. It’s a good thing to have poems that are what the reader needs them to be I think. 🙂

      I do completely agree with you. Our voices are the most important thing we have.
      Silence is a killer on so many levels. It is very saddening that there are still so many people who do need to gain an absolute control of others in their lives.
      Sometimes a situation in itself can force silence with the desire to no longer argue or have confrontation and that too can be kiling and painful.
      One of the the most liberating and strengthing elements we can discover is our voices and how strong they are and how important they are. There are many ways to speak and be heard. My hope is that everyone is able to find their voice and the courage to use it.

      Yours always in love
      (with much pride in you)
      ♥♥♥
      Tikarma
      xoxoxoxo

  3. Tikarma,

    This is one of the most powerful, perceptive descriptions of what depression feels like that I have ever read.

    In particular in the lines –
    “She’d sit there and look pretty but she’s not even enough for that.”
    and
    “Now its splinters lacerate from within.”

    I could cry when I read those lines.

    I find it strange (synchronistic perhaps) that you should post this poem at the beginning of February. February is quite often the worst month for depression in this country – something to do with the shortness of the days and the coldness of the weather and perhaps that Spring can seem a long way away.
    As it happens (which is where the synchronicity comes in) I was working on a poem about just that this morning so was quite staggered when I read your poem. I will probably post it later on this week.

    You take good care of yourself.

    Arohanui
    (((BSH)))
    and K’sOTC 🙂
    David
    xoxox

    1. Hi David,

      Thank you very much for your very kind words and sharing your thoughts.

      It is a rather impacting poem isn’t it. ((hugs)) Those lines really do kick.
      I didn’t get a lot of time to sit with it but I think in this case that’s a good thing.
      I have a tendancy to highly edit myself these days and I think the poem for myself is reminder to not always do that. It is what it is.

      Living with my cycles of depression too I suppose I have an insight of sorts. 🙂 I may have learnt to cover up most of it with smiles, humour and use certain mental tools so that I don’t stop functioning but it doesn’t mean that most of time I feel like crap.

      I was working on another completely different piece of work when this arrived. i know by now to follow where I am led. There will always be something for me in what is written but I think this poem is more for others than myself. Maybe that is why there is a synchronisty of sorts. 🙂

      I could imagine that this time of year would be very bad for depression of all kinds with the cold and snow and less light. I could certainly imagine that for many there would be an almost desperation have some sunlight and warm weather.

      I look forward to reading your poem when it is posted.

      You take good care of yourself too
      Stay warm and rugged up!

      Arohanui
      (((BSH)))
      and K’sOTC 🙂
      Tikarma
      xoxooxox

  4. Hi Tikarma.

    This is so sad, and yet (maybe a strange thing to say?), so necessary. I’m not even sure what I mean by that. Maybe it validates my severe bouts of depression, leaving me feeling less alone or less like the freak I feel when I am depressed.

    “Now its splinters lacerate from within” describes exactly how I felt during those awful times – you have captured it in a nutshell for me.

    Thank you for sharing tis intimate poem

    Love and (((MASSIVE HUGS)))

    Christine xx

    1. Hi Christine,

      Thank you very much for reading and for sharing your thoughts.

      It is indeed a very sad poem ((hugs)), but as you say necessary. I personally am highly suspious of anyone who is always happy and full of good cheer. It isn’t natural.

      We all go through varying degrees of downs and yes depression especially being the worst. Sometimes life deals you a bout of depression because life quite simply right now is rubbish. We (in that universal sense) have a long way to go to truly realise it is okay to feel rubbish. As long as we keep it balanced and don’t allow ourselves to drown in the feelings it is healthy to acknowledge that today you are not okay. ((hug))

      You most certainly are not a freak! I go thorugh cycles of depression myself. They last longer than the cycles of energy and manic optimism unfortunately. Two out of three days I feel like absolute rubbish. What matters is we push on and we try to rise above. ((hugs)) 🙂

      I’m glad that you feel validated by this poem. “Good” or “bad” all your feelings and circumstance are very valid.

      You take very good care
      Stay warm and well rugged up!
      Wih much love and
      ((((BIG WARM SNUGGLY HUGS))))
      Tikarma
      xoxoxo

  5. Tikarma,

    Glass shattered.
    Once to sparkles as stars.
    Now its splinters lacerate from within.

    great ending lines and a powerful written poem

    Francina

    1. Hi Francina,

      Thank you very much for reading and your kind words.

      I notice a spelling error *LOL* The sparkles should be singular not plural…Alas no proof reader is perfect. So I doubly thank you that I can now correct that. 🙂

      Tikarma.x

  6. What a wonderful, bright design to introduce this poem! Depression is always difficult. One of Ethel’s shortest poems reminds me of this one:

    blackness
    seeps
    in my room.
    he crawls up
    onto my lap
    like the uninvited guest
    he always is.

    i keep hoping
    he’ll leave
    before dinner.

    I hope the depression so well described here leaves before dinner so that you can laugh and have an altogether good time.

    1. Hi Thomas,

      Thank you very much for your lovely comments.

      The design also belongs to another poem of mine “Twisting The Golden Threads”.
      I felt it also applied to this poem as silence and the depression it brings the depression of silence can be transfixing in their patterns.

      Thank you too for sharing Ethel’s wonderful poem. She indeed has aptly described depression!

      I suffer from two kinds of depression. The depression that accompanies PTSD and the depression of cyclothymia. So I go in cycles of “Hey yeah life is GREAT!” to “woe is me the world is ending”. But…(there is always at least one, 🙂 ) I always find my way up again and I have the tools these days to make sure it won’t impede with the act of getting on with making the most of life. 🙂

      Again thank you very much.

      Tikarma.x

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