S I L E N C E
An acrostic
Sometimes I think back to those nights, I said sorry on repeat for
Insecurities I carried like bricks on my feet.
Living disillusioned, as my heart skips a beat when
Every-time I hear each syllable roll out your name.
Never-even knowing I was a rider on a one-way train, even after we
Crossed borders you gas-lit me over. But it wasn’t until my final cry, when the song of your crickets
Empowered me back to my sound mind.
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Natasha Collazo
Selected Writer in Residency, Champagne France ---2026
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Comments (9)
Powerful and poignant acrostic. Nicely Done!!!
“ Insecurities I carried like bricks on my feet.” is such a powerful visual, and you manage to get to a catharsis at the end of this acrostic too!
This was soooo freaking powerful! Loved it!
This is an amazing acrostic poem. Well done.
Beautiful!
You killed it, loved this!
Reading this with my morning cup of joe, I could hear the symphony of the crickets right outside my window as I read this in the shadowy hour before the break of dawn. This little bit of synchronicity added an extra touch of eloquence to an already excellent piece! Well-wrought!
Felt like such a doomed ride.
Beautiful Natasha. Victory is a great feeling. You did an excellent job with this!