They say silence is gold, worth more than thousands of words. They're not worth fighting for is the reason that's told over and over, but this made my thoughts linger even more. What about us? I mean, I can't say that it's wrong but what if...
I'm battling with myself through mind or soul, sanity or capability. Anger, furry, the absence of emotions and the agitation of my beating heart remains unsaid, kept from deep within. Silenced.
Each and every time, I go through that same cycle
I argue
I get upset
I feel nothing
It hurts, it builds up. The coldness tangles between my fingers, surrounded by doubt. The will for hope is now far from my grasp, maybe lost and gone. Faded, silenced.
It aches to be heard, it aches to be understood. But it never did get to. If the pen really is mightier than the sword, then is silence mightier than speech?
If it is, why did people leave when I seek? Why did people ignore when I tell?
Why did people turn the other cheek?
Listen
Listen to the silence, you'll know that it has so much to say. Instead of pushing that person out of the box, try holding their hand and actually be there for them. Hear them out.
You don't know how much could be poured out until you sit your ass down and say,
"It's okay, I'm here." (?)
Nah, I don't need that same old bullshit. You'll be "too busy" for that
"I'm a good listener. I will listen"
Who knows someone might open up
What do you think? 🤔🤔