Pain and Loss

That’s how it started

At the age of ten

That’s how it begun

I was hurt                     

Not by fist of man

But that of death

I couldn’t share

My emotions

My anger

My sorrow

The grief inside

Locking me in

The hurt consuming

And changing my continued speech

To that of mainly silence

When words wouldn’t use my mouth as its vessel

My hands allowed me to speak

And tell my bidding