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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