When the terribly corrosive anxiety
hits me, I tend to be silent
Because in silence there is no
judgement, no rejection, no fear of
guilt and no fear of losing a beloved.
When I find myself badly hurt
I tend to remain silent
Because while the knife they stabbed
me with remains half inside
And when the world that was once
my reason to hold onto hope turns
against me, silence gives me home
It shelters me from my own demons
Silence is the 'one and only'
Who becomes my friend on days when
everyone walks away, especially when
I needed them to stay. Silence but stays.
When I find myself bleeding poetries
on paper because paper listens,
I tend to befriend silence
Because when eyes fail to cry enough
tears, silence says 'yes' to bleeding
out the everlasting fears.
When the pieces seem to be falling
apart, silence sings me to sleep.
Because why not? Isn't sleeping a
temporary death? Isn't there an undying
silence in sleep that makes me want to
never awaken again? Yes there is.