Crack, Crash, Clatter, Clang..... Our Souls do break.

Broken

By: Erin 

Crack, Crash, Clatter, Clang

Usually when things break there is a bang

Thank goodness this is not the case

Each and every time our souls did break

The days someone threw you to the ground

And kicked your stomachs, your backs, and all around

Your bodies boomed yet your souls made no sound

The drunken days your loved ones screamed

Your tears would fall and your hearts were crushed or so it seemed

Yet no one knew because there was no noise that gleamed

When assaults occur on awful nights

You tried to hide in a corner away from everyone’s sight

When you were found your lips were sealed with all of your might

Crack, Crash, Clatter, Clang

Usually when things break there is a bang

I wonder what would have happened had your souls made some sort of noise

Maybe a crack or crash, clatter or clang

Would they have stopped the hurt or the pain?

Would they even have noticed the sound at all?

Maybe it is better there is no noise

For then we all have the opportunity

To use our voice

We can each then say “Stop” and “No”

We can each then say “That hurts” and “let go”

I am just now learning it’s never too late

To learn to say these very things

Because it takes our broken souls and binds them up in healing slings

But forever remember that because there is no

Crack, crash, clatter, or clang

That someone’s soul still may have gone bang