Silence provides solace, comfort, the kind the deer must be feeling. But sometimes silence is an enemy, the one thing keeping me from the peace I am desperately searching for. Life is a balancing act, a juggling act without a do-over, plates swirling on sticks, balls circling the air, and I stand back hoping to keep everything up. Nobody can keep things up all the time. This poem was written in one of my moments when the plates came crashing to the floor and the balls smacked me in the head. Silence was not my friend today. We will rub elbows again someday sharing our love once more.
Silence A whispering wind rustling the leaves in trees, a babbling brook, tripping and falling, over rocks and leaves, or an echo of thoughts tossed about, in a noisy mind, screaming words that will never be heard whether they be evil or kind. The rhythmic beat of my human heart tha-thumping steadily. Fast or slow, I’ll always know, silence overwhelms me. Serene features on my face, conceal the anguish, and the strife, peacefully disguising, your silence cuts like a knife, an angry wave, crashing to the shore, an anchored boat, whipped about until it is no more, or a frustrated soul, trapped inside, struggling to find release, crying thoughts, that will never be heard, hoping that one day… one day it will cease. By Sarah Gratton
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