The Price of Silence poetry my unsupported arms pillar like, hold you up, despite the pain, despite the numbness, despite the burn, lest you fall, lest you awaken, lest you cry, hold you as i have been held by the unsupported thoughts of others. Share this: Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...