I often wonder what my silence means, whether it speaks, whether it screams.
I often wonder whether you listen when I am silent in my screams and screaming in silence.
I often wonder what you’d do with the weight of my silence, maybe you’d understand that it has a reason.
Maybe you’ll beseech it to loosen.
Maybe you’ll embrace it,
or maybe you’ll walk away with it.
I often wonder what my silence means, is it pain as too long it has been.
Maybe it was never mine to keep,
maybe you were meant to peep.
But maybe it was nowhere to be seen and you decided you weren’t after all so keen.
And maybe I should’ve let it rest so why did I put these sleeping demons to test?
Now I don’t wonder at all, my silence silences my silent screams.
It lets me be undisturbingly serene.
If maybe you were to see me now, you’d wonder what I’d say and how.
I’d look at you with silent eyes and challenge you to embrace this abyss.