Silence - Poetry
After crying,
I decided to meditate
so that I could finally listen to the silence.
Eyes closed, mouth in need of moisture,
I felt nothing, yet heard
the house settling all around me.
Cracks, a sigh too deep to be anything else,
and soon the heater came on
providing me with that wonderful white noise.
I am terrified of silence
and what it represents.
Noise has been my babysitter
ever since I said yes to giving up my life.
Perhaps we need more silence
in our hate-filled world.
Maybe then we can finally speak
our truths.
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