S I L E N C E
day 13, a poem a day in the month of may
S I L E N C E
. . . I wait, unable to clear my own mind of my own thoughts until you seep through like water through a cracked cup . . . finally, Silence. . . .
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Silence is
a balm for the noise of life,
a respite in the sound clutter.
Refuge.
Rest.
A pause.
More than the absence of sound
deeper still than quiet,
elusive as mist
Worth the seeking.
Silence
speaks
volumes
when we choose to
rein in our voice
in
the
face
of
injustice.