Sometimes the quiet pushes the battle forward. That observant sentinel forced to be mute.
Sometimes the familiar bombards the hostage truth. That ordinary regiment demanded the usual salute.
Sometimes the living releases the freedom cry. That faltering surrender raised the flag of truce.
I penned this poem while waiting at the bus stop this afternoon. I recently saw a movie about that painful silence which can plague a marriage. I guess that's what triggered this poem. Thanks for reading.