Silent Tears

Peeking through the window of utter despair,
Wishing that I wasn’t trapped in here,
Holding on tightly to what may be my last breath,
Deciding to use it for what’s best,
I get on my knees,
Under these old oak trees,
Bow my head,
Like I have every night before bed,
I sing softly to the Lord,
For I know He hears,
Whispering quietly,
Through silent tears.

About the Author: “My name is Serenity Dodd, I’m 16 and I live in Clifton, T.N. My column will contain everything from poems to drawings as well as articles on life lessons learned, and making big decisions (hopefully the right decisions). I hope reading my column can bring a smile to your face, or help you through a hard time.”