Silence

Silence is golden.
Children should be seen, not heard.
Hush, little baby, don't say a word.
Hush.
Hush.

hush...

The Day of Silence.
It's a good idea.
Really.

But what happens if the silence doesn't end?

If tomorrow...
Next week...
A year from now...
You open your mouth...
And realize...
The words aren't there.
What if it happened to someone you knew?

Someone like me.
Someone who woke up one day...

And looked at the world...

And realized...

No one can hear me.

No one can hear my screams...
Or see my tears...
Or feel my pain.
No one can tell what I'm thinking.

Or maybe...

They can see...

But they don't care.

hush...

We are taught to be self-reliant.
To fend for ourselves...

In the "real world."

They talk about what's "out there."
The monsters...
The demons...
The "bad" stuff.

What's out there doesn't scare me.
The "bad" stuff?
It's all in here.

The voices...
The tears...
The lies...
All in here.
And I can't escape.

Can't run.

Can't hide.

I cannot destroy myself...

Because in doing so...
All the darkness...

Would escape.

The world can't hold more darkness.
Not now.
The world has too much darkness already.

So I'll hold on to mine...

In silence...

The reasons and wherefores

A very intelligent friend of mine once told me that I needed to stop bottling emotions up inside myself. She said that she never liked talking to people either, but what always worked for her was to go out into her backyard and scream at the trees. Unfortunately, I live in a subdivision, and the neighbors don't like this. Go figure why... So, I figured this would be the next best thing. I doubt anyone other than me will read this, but I don't really mind. I intend to treat this like a journal, just someplace for me to ramble and get thoughts out of my head. It also seems like a good spot for storing my lousy poetry...