Silence

What does it mean to be silent?

Is it a choice?

Is it a curse?

Is it a byproduct

a secondary characteristic

brought on by some larger thing

that seeks to consume and control

and rip and rend

and teach and tutor

until words no longer has meaning

and sound no longer has purpose.

Silence is a quite death

and I choose it

Silence is a ball and chain

and I curse it

Silence is a way of life

and I have no idea how I arrived here

And this damning poem digs my grave deeper

A moat that none may cross

A tale proclaiming wretched life

that none might wish to come near

and those who do, I reject

For I am not this broken creature I claim to be

And I do not want to be fixed

I want to fight and wrestle and love

In the sun where I long to be

And every day I spend in the shadows of silence

Drives me closer to this deadening lie

That I am wrong and broken and dead.

Silence is my choice

because I want this false person to leave

Silence is my curse

because I'll remain this way till I'm once again me

Silence is my way of life

because I will speak only truth