This poem was written by Henna, 13, who attends ‘Gems’ run by Emma Bonfield at BD3 Community Works. It is a fantastic read and speaks volumes!
Nothing to be heard
Not even the birds.
A time to think
Your only voice is ink.
Words break silence
Like an officer breaks violence
Or a knife that breaks an apple.
“Words are like eggs dropped from great heights,
You can no more call them back
Than ignore the mess when they fall”.
Words break silence.
Silence is when you’ve lost a game
Or at the end of a battle,
Where there’s nothing to be heard
Other than silence.
Henna age 13