there’s a vastness…
you can’t even fathom…
a universe you can’t imagine…
within the realm of silence
stories untold
realities unexpected
contemplative reflection
pain unspoken
everything locked inside a vacuum
where the wall of it…
can hold someone hostage
a victim of their own thoughts
you can’t hear the noise in their heads
or how it deafens
don’t know the cause…
that created their effect
because silence isn’t always stillness
but rather sometimes…
it’s the weight of staring into an open grave
…knowing it’s just waiting
one wrong step…
and they’re going under
but you can’t hear that…
can you?
a very powerful write lovely Willow I can feel the desperation here to make someone hear ❤️
They never can though. We’re all locked within our own silent hells, I think. Pain is the human common denominator. It takes special hearing to hear the silence of others. Thank you, Brenda 🧡
Powerfully penned, Willow. Excellent write as always my friend. Feels like a heartfelt plea in those words. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian
I guess it’s like a cry in a maelstrom. Will anyone actually hear above their own noise? Thank you, my friend
Very deep stuff. But most excellent.
Thank you for sharing Willow
Thank you, Brandon
Dear W,
Wow! You will never know how apropos this write is for me at the moment. The vastness and depth, unfathomable. Every word, scenario, image in this poem is representative of every primal scream I’ve expressed in my head. There’s writing and then there’s writing-from that place where things are stored too painful there are no words in any lexicon to be meaningful enough. This is definitely the latter over the former. Brilliant. H🌷
I am sorry to hear that you’re experiencing this silence, Honoria. It crushes the spirit to be so pressed down by the weight of it. We don’t need to hear the details of another’s pained silence, we only need to hear it’s existence. To honor it and sit with it. Thank you for your kind words