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My silence protects me in this foreign land.
They say, treat your silence like a temple- do not bring every emotion to it, only what deserves to be reflected upon.
They say, surround it with slowness- walk slower, speak slower, respond slower, sacred things are never rushed.
Silence is not absence- it's presence without noise.
Here, I hold it as my shield. Not everything deserves a reaction. Not everything deserves entry.
Not everything sweet is safe, so I no longer offer what harms, even if it's sweet. I have stopped serving sweetness that wounds.
My silence is my sanctuary; I don't leave it to chase clarity.
I wait until the storm passes, then I act from a state of stillness, not noise.
Knowing all about the storm, and refusing to become it.
And, in that waiting, something within me changes.
What once felt heavy learns to rest.
What once rushed learns to listen.
Here, I am becoming someone I was too loud to hear before.