Poem – Unspoken

Hey there! It’s Saturday evening and I’m basking in the bliss of a long weekend… Due to a well placed ‘study day’ on Friday, I’ve had the pleasure of not doing homework for 48 hours. Yes, I’m fully aware that you’re meant to study on a study day, but I chose to hang out with friends and family, read a book, take multiple naps and revel in the beauty of a sunny Autumn day instead. It’s been glorious. πŸ˜€ Of course that means that I’ll be working hard tomorrow, but for now I’m enjoying watching Tangled with friends, eating cookies, and anticipating a late night walk – all while writing this blog post. πŸ˜€ That my friends is college in a nutshell… A strange mix of work and play and adventure and normalcy. It’s all good though!

Today’s poem is one I wrote while contemplating the idea of conversation and the differing depths that it can have… So often we stay in the shallowness of small talk, fearing the depth of emotion that vulnerability brings. But perhaps we need that depth for more often than we’d like to admit. We’re far too good at hiding in the shallows when we desperately need to be free to jump into the deeps and face each other with honesty and vulnerability. This poem is a result of my ponderings on the topic….


How are you?
β€œI’m fine.” She says
as tears leak from the cracks
of her broken heart.

How are you?
β€œDoing great!” He says,
his smile smearing a mask
over the darkness hid inside.

How are you?
β€œOk thanks.” They say
in unison, as they bury their
grief deep within their eyes.

What is left unspoken screams into the void
of empty words and shallow conversation –
it is the muffled cry of a weary soul
longing to be heard.


Well, what do you think? Does this poem ring true in your life? I’d love to hear your thoughts on it in the comments…