My SilenceIt is in silence I hear so much. My voice is loudest although I'm not speaking. My words are thoughtful and precise when I'm in silence. Listening to my breath I can sense my own frustration, nervousness or calmness through the silence.
When in silence I am aware of so many phrases, words and ideas all being pummeled at me. Some stay, some leave. Some return again and again, and some are quickly forgotten.
In my silence I surrender to my faults and weaknesses. I acknowledge my beauty and strength. I see me for who I am in silence. The quiet projects my image. Loud and clear. Silence steals the empty space and fills it with bittersweet revelations in such magnitude.
It is in my silence I am exposed and fragile. Allowing all there is to rush me. Overthrowing my body and demanding attention. My silence is loud. It scares me, it comforts me. Silence escaping. I sit in my silence.