Trial

The nothingness did not change.
Holding my silence in my arms, in the middle of its darkness,
I looked up and watched the sky. I said:
I am a piece of this tree that… hurts.
My silence was only a bundle of darkness and transparency,
a drop from the world’s silence.

A piece of the sky was missing. Oh, that’s my silence!
A crumble from the sky.
And there was the sky full of holes. Terrible.
My fear was born.
What if I can’t put the sky back… inside me?
What if I’ll leave the world looking at a hole in the sky?

I was quiet, holding my silence close to me.
I was quiet till my silence deafened
And implored me to come back inside me.