Unspoken

We all hold  thoughts in our hearts

Yet we keep them too long that they are already silenced

Without a voice, without a will

No matter the longing, it remains unspoken

Too much thinking, too much waiting

Both neither benefit but both hurt

It is up to us which to prefer

It is up to us which to neglect

Time passes by and seasons go change

Yet the heart remains at standstill

Nothing's accomplished except a wrinkle in the eye

But would it help to finally take a step and speak?

Only time can tell, only it will

Knowing is better than not

Finding brings answers and peace, or not

But it takes courage for that one small step.