I have scattered my words,

onto the pages of no longer

virgin copies,

resting on my dusty shelves.

I have spilled my thoughts,

on some papers,

that are nowhere to be found.

I have poured my heart out,

on the planner, only to find

the planners are fallacious.

I have stopped scattering,

spilling, pouring my words,

thoughts, heart.

For I,

now have chosen to be

silent.