Poems by T.J. Swisher
Radio Silence
Radio Silence
the messages spoke volumes
and the dark vinyl still repeats,
slash the needle
and crackled words repeat
the sensation of stupidity
wafts into the consciousness,
where three had stood
prayed with hands laid,
the moment amazing and altering,
hangs by grit bearing
against attacks to the armor,
conversations with Him, unending
putting all else in radio silence
preventing embarrassment and shame
shame for still struggling
even if it is no longer down
for days,
even if now it's only a moment
to push back up
it should never be down,
letting others matter
bears a costly price
a bar set to achieve
can't be less than
or fall short
ashamed of the falter,
unworthy of the friendship,
if they knew
the life long wish
of a broken child
was simply to have friendship,
the kind where life is shared
like girls do
chats over tea
shared adventures
laughter and shared tears,
all the things that women do,
reality is and always has been
a single direction
on a narrow street,
to have the phone ring
without prompt
to share a chat
to share a laugh
to matter,
the crackled voice on
the scrambled vinyl
with a broken needle,
moments of temporary collapse
to be lifted by Him,
though two are stronger
they'll never be here in flesh,
where two are on the
journey on a two-way
two-lane road, together
just Him and I
through conversation and the spirit,
maybe the radio silence
is to learn to accept this,
not to be a fool,
not to be an embarrassment,
not to be the reason of
another to be ashamed,
radio silence
to quell the
crackled unease
and remember only His solid voice.
~T.J. Swisher
2020
the messages spoke volumes
and the dark vinyl still repeats,
slash the needle
and crackled words repeat
the sensation of stupidity
wafts into the consciousness,
where three had stood
prayed with hands laid,
the moment amazing and altering,
hangs by grit bearing
against attacks to the armor,
conversations with Him, unending
putting all else in radio silence
preventing embarrassment and shame
shame for still struggling
even if it is no longer down
for days,
even if now it's only a moment
to push back up
it should never be down,
letting others matter
bears a costly price
a bar set to achieve
can't be less than
or fall short
ashamed of the falter,
unworthy of the friendship,
if they knew
the life long wish
of a broken child
was simply to have friendship,
the kind where life is shared
like girls do
chats over tea
shared adventures
laughter and shared tears,
all the things that women do,
reality is and always has been
a single direction
on a narrow street,
to have the phone ring
without prompt
to share a chat
to share a laugh
to matter,
the crackled voice on
the scrambled vinyl
with a broken needle,
moments of temporary collapse
to be lifted by Him,
though two are stronger
they'll never be here in flesh,
where two are on the
journey on a two-way
two-lane road, together
just Him and I
through conversation and the spirit,
maybe the radio silence
is to learn to accept this,
not to be a fool,
not to be an embarrassment,
not to be the reason of
another to be ashamed,
radio silence
to quell the
crackled unease
and remember only His solid voice.
~T.J. Swisher
2020
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Radio Silence
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