You sat on the edge, didn't you? Looked out on the valleys and perhaps whispered. Some hurt souls believe there is little left for others, and nothing left for themselves. So they will peer from the edge, enclosed and uncertain.
They sit this way until their hearts and minds turn on them. In this Silence they may ask without answer " What is wrong with you? " and the shadows of those whom have profoundly lost, will loom beside. Some days I sit on the edge with you...and if you'll permit..
There is power in having a voice. There is potential in silence. Neither of these things must be forgotten, no matter how far away you peer. If you begin to find yourself swaying, that you may fall..ask yourself " What remains unexpressed in me?" if your answer is nothing..then look once more. Please do this..never stop doing this.
If you feel voiceless.. Don't surrender just yet. Your silence is everything waiting to happen. This is not impossible. This is you. Do you understand yet..?
