the Unsaid

the unsaid prayer in the whisper of dawn weighs you down
like the unforgiven sin that suffocates your heart
and the unmeant praise to benefit your cause
all those unkept promises
. . . pave your way to hell

till you hear that unplayed music
touched by the unfelt sadness
each uncried tear finally pours out
. . . drop by drop

you prostrate gratefully
into the prayer that was once
. . . left unsaid


This poem was a request to write about AnKahi , the Unsaid
Such beautiful inspiration

11 thoughts on “the Unsaid

  1. Dear Sonya,

    Thank you for sharing this with us.

    Imagine if every act thought, imagined, willed, were manifested. Imagine if second thoughts never arose to supplant first thoughts.

    All good wishes,



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