Peace by Piece

The price of words unsaid.

Nicole Lyons

Piece By Peace

It’s during the moments when I’m quiet

that I foolishly give in to the idea

of peace.

I should know better

by now.

With every blow you laid

on me, you stripped me

of any chance

of peace

that I could have hoped for.

Now the bruises

have healed,

the scars blended

into shades

of me,

faded into almost

gone…almost.

The almost is what kills me

again,

taunts me and tells me what a coward I was.

It’s the almost,

the faded pieces

that bring

up everything I never did,

every single thing

I never said.

Unspoken fears rise up

and curdle

against my tongue.

They threaten

to choke me.

So I swallow them,

again,

every last word

I never said to you,

and the burn

explodes through my body,

shredding it

piece by piece,

promising a life

without

peace,

if they go

unsaid

once more.

©Nicole Lyons 2016

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