Soundless Circles

Silence is a never ending circle.
It starts the moment after you make a noise.
First you wonder, Did I speak?
Then you ponder, Should I speak again
Until it changes to, But now it's too late
Right back to, Did I even speak?

And round and round it goes
From sadness to anger to confusion
Right back to sadness
Over back to anger
Until it all melts away back into confusion

Where is the joyful noise
Where is the acknowledgement of my sound
I can speak, and be heard, and make sense
Speak to me
Speak back to me
Break this Silence, this Circle