Silence is a very loud sound.
Sometimes I think it sounds like silver.
Like if I had to give silence a color...
It would be sterling silver.
Soft but mesmerizing.
Shiny but blinding.
Cold but dependable.
Hard to look away from.
Hard to endure.
Silence holds such noise within its fist.
Noise that is longing to be heard.
But everything else is far too
diverting.
Silence carries our quiet thoughts and
buries them
deep
under
the surface
of business and bustling.
Silence is a noise I can feel in my chest.
It beats in time
with my heart sometimes and
for hours it doesn't rest.
I can hear the
tick
tock,
the ba-dum, ba-dum,
beating like a hollow drum,
Echoing off the walls that surround my heart.
Silence sings the song not sung,
A million melodies have rung through the hollows of places where scars run.
Silence draws my faults into the light,
Reminding me of all the times I never got my choices right.
They sparkle up at me like the stars
in the night sky,
so many I can't name them all,
I can only call a few my friends,
Ships I don't regret sailing with.
ones I don't grieve.
Silence makes my scars so bright.
And silver ignites to rip away my
disguised face
and by extension the smile
that sparkles when the spotlight of other people's eyes shine upon me.
Silence leaves me alone most days,
but when I pay it any attention
it reminds me of my loneliness,
the futility of noise and
the isolation that I pretend to enjoy
when really I'm drowning in a sea of loneliness. I can't swim in good circumstances
much less under duress.
Silence leaves me alone,
it leaves me on my own.
But for all the penury silence brings
I have learned to survive under its wings
and we are now friends
destined to be together to the end
and far beyond.
For when all that I know is gone
silence be there still going strong.
SK
