"Hollow tree"

I often wonder if the words I utter are taken for granted 

Or if my silence is construed as a weakness 

The words dared to be said 

Only articulated by the pen 

Within my palm

The verbiage I lock away 

Is my armor

As words are my infantry

It's as though

I am the hollow tree 

Allowing the woodpecker 

To establish its territory 

In my home 

Yet 

With the sway of a branch 

There is a shift in command

Does my silence disrupt your scream?

Do my eyes say more than the heat of your breath?

Does my smile distract your thoughts?

I often wonder if the words I utter are taken for granted

Or if my silence is construed as a weakness 

Because fish did not discover water