Unspoken

I wonder what else there is to say

If there is anything more than what is already written on my body

Marks without meaning

Ink and scars alone

I don’t mind that I don’t speak

Because I have my secret writing life

My world and connection with the world

A place I want to protect

My voice is soft but I do not need to raise it

If people want to hear, they will

These are the people who count

The rest can be forgotten –

That is what I have learnt from my many years of silence –

Less is infinitely more.