Silence is not silent.
It is not something unnoticed.
It is not something you cannot hear.
Silence is loud enough burst your ears.
A little girl, barely twelve
sits in silence
She presses her hands to her ears
as to block the immense sound out
But silence is too loud.
Silence is a feeling
when someone is there
but almost as if they are not there
they do not speak
it's almost as if you can hear their thoughts
The silence digs into her skin
like needles
she is drowning is silence
slowly
slower
but silence can be good
when you are the air
when you are the objects around you
when you are the noise
when you connect with yourself
silence can mean peace
but when you're sitting in a room
and another person is there
you're dying to hear their noise
to hear what their saying
rather than suffocating in the silence
of words they haven't said.
Of words I never said.
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Quiver
Poetrya place where I've written my feelings when I felt them. it has become a story of depression and recovery, love and loss, hope and fear, and everything in-between. mostly poetry, sometimes stories. :)
