Ode to My Silence
You—veil of absence, unseen thread stitching void to void,
the voice that never wails, never echoes—
You crouch beneath the clutter of sound,
unbroken as shadows trapped in a mirror.
You are no pause, no pregnant breath before eruption;
you are the erosion of needing to speak.
In your wake, words scatter like brittle bones,
hollowed of meaning, bleached in your stillness.
Silence, I wear you like a cloak stitched of void and velvet,
an unspoken rebellion against the tyranny of noise.
The crowd's roar assaults my edges,
but you, my silence, fortify me with absence.
Within your emptiness, I excavate myself:
sifting the rubble of voices,
discarding the clamor that clings to me
like thorns to soft skin.
Oh, your boundaries are no prison;
they are a canvas vast and eternal,
waiting for me to sketch existence in whispers.
In you, I unravel time.
Minutes stretch like the unbroken line of a horizon,
hours dissolve into the hum of nothingness.
Every tick, a phantom step I refuse to follow.
Even your depths are alive—
a restless tide of unspoken stories
washing over the cliffs of my being,
chiseling thoughts into sharper truths.
They do not see you, Silence,
do not hear your hymn in my still gaze.
But I, I cradle you with the ferocity of a lover
who knows no other touch could heal them.
Through you, I confront what I am not,
and what I might never be.
Through you, the cacophony softens,
a scream becomes a sigh, becomes a prayer, becomes—nothing.
You, the art of absence,
the avant-garde symphony of nothings intertwined,
lead me to the horizon where sound dissolves,
where I am unburdened by need.
Oh Silence,
I do not fear your endlessness—
I step into you willingly,
naked of sound,
whole in the void.
#SilenceSpeaks #Poetry #Introspection #OdeToSilence #CreativeExpression #Mindfulness #InnerPeace #PoetryCommunity #Solitude #ArtOfSilence
Leave a Reply