Me and my thoughts

  The shrill of silence pierced my heart I wish the pain would become familiar But it just hurts a little more Every time you stare nonchalantly I feel smaller and insignificant You brush my insecurities aside As if they don’t make sense I cannot blame it It does not make sense to me either I wish I was stronger to let it go I yearn to be indifferent But you seem to be the expert I try voicing out my pain It just reflects back to me The more I shout The lesser its heard I want a conversation To move forward and maybe closer But to refuse to communicate When I try to break your silence Your words rip me apart At this point, I don’t know which hurts me the most Your silence or your words

Is age just a number? I wonder within myself Or it could have been aloud I can no longer tell My ears are sharp, but my mind is preoccupied I try recalling the past But it seems like a distant memory Everything is a blur of multiple emotions I wish I could see through them At least relive a few; forget many But life does not work that way I feel weary in my bones I wish I could rest But the journey is still not over I hope it is not long as before Almost half is what I can do My knees tremble as I gaze behind My eyesight dims as the distance increases I have come a long way Through different phases and even eras I look at the age Is it just a number? Did I ask myself this before? Is my work done? Can I do anything else? The questions keep adding. Was it memorable? It was interesting Was I happy? I forgot to tick the box. Am I mature? Only time will tell The age might not be just a number anymore It is a reminder to let go It is a reminder to cherish the small things It is a reminder to