All the Tiny Deaths

 

All the tiny deaths

A soul suffers in a day.

From silence when you want to speak,

Speaking and being unheard.

All the tiny deaths

That come from hiding who you are

And being what you’re not

The soul withers and shrinks

Just a little bit more

With each bitten tongue,

Clenched fist,

Restrained smile

The truth might set it free

But honesty takes courage

And courage comes from truth

And the truth cannot be told

So the soul keeps dying

All the tiny deaths

But without death’s release

So the soul just keeps on trying

Clinging to hope and life and

Waiting for resurrection

If it should ever come.

Until then it endures

All the tiny deaths.