Listen.
The tick of the clock
the call that doesn’t come
the refrigerator’s hum clack stop
the unsaid word.
It is not silence we fear
but the meaning we give it.
Silence is a container
we fill with worry
fear
anxiety.
An imagined reality we create
perhaps to prepare for the worst.
Silence is a mirror
that reflects our own minds
a clear pond
we’d rather smash with
sound and light and chaos
than risk seeing our reflections.
First we fear it
then we accept it
reluctantly
like 4th grade history class,
a necessity to be borne.
But if we become curious,
silence is a treasury
our sacred space
a mirror where we see
our deepest, truest selves.
We dive into its depths
bathe in its light.
We become silence itself
and fill
the whole universe.
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