~...This silence is...~
She’s a double-edged sword, this silence is.
Sometimes she is the cloud
Where my thoughts can rest peacefully
And contemplate new discoveries
New creations
New beginnings
New philosophies
And sometimes, she’s the rock pile
Where my spirit crashes
My thoughts run wild
Finding the saddest possible scenario
Writing stories
With sad, sad endings
That may turn out to be nothing more than fiction
But my spirit writhes
Every time
We land on the rocks
I come away from the silence
Back to the hustle
Of my reality
With such mixed emotions
That I fear trusting what is going to happen
As much as I fear believing
And as much as I refuse to let myself hope.
Yes,
She’s a double-edge sword,
This silence is.