Held Tight – 21st February 2026

Shared with MTB – No Answers

What does the silence want

with the chattering,

when it can’t be turned off?

Silent whispers squeezed in sweaty palms.


Have you ever held a question?


Where does the night go

after waiting so long

for its anticipated arrival?

No respite from the dirtied village dogs.


Has the oak memorised the lightning

bearing the scars, weeping?

The wounds wail as the wind

runs its fingers down its bark.


What name is murmured

on the tip of a sooty tongue?


If my heart were a house,

who keeps opening doors

that were never closed?