Photo: Nathan Wirth
Silence, you are not a good friend.
I give you my doubts and fears to mend
And you make me your prisoner.
Yet when I oft would opt to speak,
There are no listening ears near to pick.
So I am lone with you silence.
Silence, you have a real bad side.
I give you my pains and tears to hide
And my heart’s turned to a cauldron.
Yet when I did let my eyes leak,
They pelted me, saying I was weak.
Then I recoiled into silence.
Silence, you play me like a fool
I choose to leave the matter with you
And I am left to clean the mess.
Yet when I call wrongs to account,
They accuse me of seeking to haunt
And I’m pushed to live in silence.
Silence, you are a heavy stone.
See the weight I have to bear alone,
Of cares and needs I would not share
Yet I fear, no shoulders are free,
That’d gladly bear the burdens with me.
So sadly, I strain in silence.
Silence you’ll be my alibi,
While I take solace in the divine,
For things I cannot do or tell.
Perhaps I’ll find one warm and wise,
Who would listen well and not despise,
Then I’ll leave this shell of silence.