Silence

Perhaps there is more to silence

Than mere absence of words

I have felt silence, in the middle of torrential words.

Felt the warmth of it’s holding

Felt the crevices and cracks on my skin be gently filled by it..

Like a master sculptor

Felt it’s gentle love as it soothed and softened the insides
of my mind .. my throat
as I swallowed -  words.

There is something so palpable about silence, moving powerful

I can’t help but notice the feeble struggle of words,

I empathize.

Silence is, also how I communicate, sometimes

When,

I fail to democratize words

and get lost in the myriad meandering of meanings

exhausted by the search.

Why does everything have to have a meaning?

What meaning does my little bird make of the sudden water from my top neighbors balcony, that drenches it ?

Silence has also been reduced to meaning..

Needing to be explained.. justified.. tried

Like a petty criminal.

Perhaps it’s time to question our own relationship with silence

And not attempt to explain it..

With words.

Perhaps

It’s time to break  the silence on words

Rhea