1.18.18 | 18/30

18/30, National Poetry Month, 30/30 Challenge
It's not National Poetry Month, nor does January have 30 days, but it's worth a shot.
Thank you to my inspiration for this.

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the sound of breaking

the sound of breaking wasn't as simple as
the melody of sobs echoing from a cave.
the sound of breaking was as insignificant as
the rattle of placing a makeup brush on my desk
with a little too much force
done out of complete and utter frustration;
or the melancholy silence that fills up the
stillness of my room when I am alone
and no one else's voice can occupy my ears.
the sound of breaking was cultivated in my
eager knocks on their door,
only to be met with hushes of silence,
their voices quieting,
until I knocked once more and found myself
in the presence of my own disappointment.
the sound of breaking was there as a reminder,
with every piece of writing that carries my
name in invisible ink
or a second or third-person pronoun.
the sound of breaking was created by many
and heard by few to none,
now I hear it with every single thing
that I do.