The hidden silences 
Evoke a plethora of resiliences
Beneath the calm facade
Is a storm waiting to charge.

Raging internally in its head
Wondering if justice is long dead
Asking all the questions to be
Knocking on the doors of deeds.

Until... an ocean of tranquil arrives
Gives content to the blurry eyes
Reparates on a faith true
Buried under the weary blues.

A vision clear it uphelds
When walking on a journey disheveled
Randomly stopping to rest
With not a word of protest.

Rave and rant all you can
As tears stop giving a damn
The unspoken soliloquy
Works best when just let be.