I found myself met with silence.
A silence that was completely and utterly deafening,
And I so desperately wanted to get rid of it.
While in the midst of my desperate cry against the silence
I heard my heart whisper to me
It whispered about the times I cried for silence
And about the times I begged for silence
Begged for it because I needed to think.
And those times I did get some silence
I cherished the few moments I got.
For a moment after the whisper,
I felt like a scolded child,
Like a child who was unsure of what she wanted.
I had begged for silence
But now I was wishing it away
I don’t want it because I don’t want to think.
Don’t ask questions.
Don’t even ask why.
For now I hate the silence.
And this is the silence that I love, and love to hate.
This is poem 2 of 3 in the Silence Series.
With love from Smithia