A Silence That Speaks
Silence is the first word.
And the last.
It outlives every voice—
keeps what we refuse to give.
In the dark, toward the light—
through chaos, through order,
at the beginning,
at the end.
It moves through many
hearts and minds,
but only a few
are fluent.
We sit with it—
guarding our truths,
letting our eyes speak
what our mouths deny.
Sometimes we shout it—
yet only silence
hears us.
Silence is not a vacuum.
Not absence—
but something we shape
to shield ourselves.
I do not know what silence is.
But I know this:
it speaks
of us.

