Silence can be many things,
Things that cannot be always expressed
But your silence is sharp and its stings
And I cower under its accusive finger.

Bad feelings and bad blood linger,
It stains our family and my soul
Your heavy and accusive silence,
Its like a beast that tries to eat me whole.

I don't remember but you still do,
All the injustices and the unfairness
But I was always fair and kind to you,
You are still one of my chosen few.

I did try to protect you,
I kept the hatred at bay,
After all the things we have been through---
There's still nothing for you to say.

I don't know why you don't want to talk to me
I don't know why you suddenly decided to hate me,
I know that I have always been a strong ground
For the roots of your tree
But now this heavy silence that exists between us, grandma,
It is not letting me to be happy and free.

© HatedShadow91