Silence

Absence doesn’t just mean an empty space beside you.
At times, it is a response devoid of warmth, a cold kiss, a loose hug, a dismissive “I’m okay.”
And absence also means an ear that doesn’t hear, a heart enclosed by a cold wall it only hears its own beating.
You can be killed by words. And you will be hurt by silence.
You will try to fill the void of his silence by rattling off words that sound hallow even to your very ears.
Until the sound of your voice start haunting you, and you’re left with no choice but to respond with his favorite language-silence.
Maybe then, in your silence, you’ll see that you are worth more than this.
Maybe then, in your silence, he’ll miss the music of your words.
Maybe then, in your silence, you’ll hear the faint beating of his heart in time with yours.
And they would beat together, louder and louder in a crescendo until the glass that enclosed it starts breaking.
But I can only say those ‘maybes’ because I am one with your despair and confusion.
There’s just so many things I don’t know, but I am certain of one thing.
That in your moment of silence, my voice will fill the void.
Know that my poetry will give voice to the words you are now afraid to speak.
Because friend, when you’ll give up your voice in resignation,
I will pick the pieces up and put them back together hoping to create a piece that would penetrate both your hearts, even in this silence
I will craft a box for your music and place cords to your vocals.
I will sing the song that you now refuse to sing, and believe me you don’t want my out-of-tune voice to even attempt it.
So do not stop singing
Do not think that the words that come out of your mouth will fall in empty pavements
Do not think that the echoes that drown the content of your words will sound less enticing
I am here, I am present.
And my presence means a warm kiss, a tight hug, an inviting silence when you say you’re okay, because I would know you are not.
Yes it’s okay not to say anything about it
It is okay to just cry until you cry yourself a fountain of youth.
My presence means an ear that does hear, and a heart that’s open to sync with your beating.
So tell me. You don’t need to be silent.

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16 thoughts on “Silence

    • Thank you Harula! I really hope it would help those people who are always keeping everything inside of them to actually realize that tears do not signify weakness, and I hope there will somehow be someone who will hear them in their silence. 🙂
      Blessings,
      Maria

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  1. Reblogged this on roisterer and commented:

    I will craft a box for your music and place cords to your vocals.
    I will sing the song that you now refuse to sing, and believe me you don’t want my out-of-tune voice to even attempt it.
    So do not stop singing
    Do not think that the words that come out of your mouth will fall in empty pavements
    Do not think that the echoes that drown the content of your words will sound less enticing
    I am here, I am present.
    And my presence means a warm kiss, a tight hug, an inviting silence when you say you’re okay, because I would know you are not.
    Yes it’s okay not to say anything about it
    It is okay to just cry until you cry yourself a fountain of youth.
    My presence means an ear that does hear, and a heart that’s open to sync with your beating.
    So tell me. You don’t need to be silent.

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