Today, I got ready in silence.
Last week, I drove to work in silence.
3 days before that, I slept in silence.
Before, the silence would fill my lungs with thick, poisonous honey and seep into my throat, my lungs refusing to react
My vision became foggy as images from the past crawl passed
Stamping themselves into my eyelids once more
This silence.. this silence is different
This silence is not the type of silence that threatens to bring up the past and haunt me like the ghosts pounding against my brain
Not the type of silence that makes molasses bleed through your teeth
Not the type of silence that records for hours on end, capturing every mistake in slow motion
It's not the type of silence that makes me wonder
Why?
Why not?
But
It's the type of silence that plants flowers in your heart
Blooming hope and ambition
The type of silence that shines down on your blowing away the harsh storms in your head
The type of silence that picks you off the floor and dusts you off while telling you everything will be okay even if you're alone
The type of silence that holds your hand and reminds you that it's okay to exist in silence
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My Head's Above Water
PoetryLosing the one you thought you'd have forever will really put things into perspective. Life and death, love and hate, the old and the new. Lay back and relax, we're getting over a heartbreak one miserable poem after the other.
