2. A Thousand Words Unsaid

The classroom buzzes with a frantic sound,

A hundred answers thrown onto the ground.

And I hold one perfect thought inside my head,

but it just adds to the thousand words unsaid.

They hand me sheets of numbers, black and white,

A score to be achieved with all my might,

but the only score I hear is on this manuscript I see:

a silent world that’s just for me, just for me.

In my world, I long for a space to be,

a sanctuary, solitude: heaven to me.

How I wish this were a wordless song,

Ooo…

In my world, I claim this space to be,

my sanctuary, solitude: heaven to me.

How could this quiet song tell the truth

and strength for all to see.

Here, the thousand words don’t need a sound

in all this silence

My true self is found alone.