Tis better to not Speak - she said, he said, we said, they said - ALL said "n o t"
...and then the quiet haunts so deep deeply within the nights still-nesses falling - so slowly falling away arms raised hands splayed ever-reaching to the nothing... Forests further than any eyes can see straining missing wishing losing dreaming ... of 'nothings'.
Whispers - ever the whispers streaming tears, Raging - so loud even the echoes don't fade - following each step, each turn in the eyes in the minds - cold... so very veryvery very - cold... - fires beyond any controls... - silence so deep even god must have drowned... - nothings...
There are times when WORDS are all we have - to share or not - to touch or not, to GIVE - or not, to STAND-FOR-UP, to be - BE or not - who we are what we are ..and yes some are ARE hurt and hurtful but BUT sometimes WE ARE HURT - FULL and lash out at innocence because we helditin in and IN ANDINANDINANDIN 'til we didn't hold anything anyone any one in - inside - anymore...
I never realized that silence could be such a quandary. Is is better to be quiet, whisper, or to speak up, and in the process lash out, and hurt someone with our words? But, do we have a choice? Sometimes, we just cannot keep it in any longer - it has to come out or we lose our sanity. My heart goes out to those who have held it in for so long. As usual, you have written a very thoughtful piece, Chris, filled with emotion.
------silent flashback-------
You have a way of making mortals face the things they don't really want to face.
Well done, sir.
(Going back to my sometimes false safe little world.)
Silence can be sharper than the honed knife, cutting deeper than the blade and louder then a ringing bell. Silence when we wish to hear..silence when we wish to speak and silence after words are spoken. A beautiful depiction here.
Silence is sometimes such a terrible burden. Hurtful when we are on the receiving end of another's silence. Difficult to contain ourselves when we are silent, but have much to express. Lovely writing here...
"...and then the quiet haunts so deep
deeply
within"
This is such a true piece...I know this...all too well..
I haven't exploded yet...I have learned to even control that...
Not looking forward to the time, when I get too FULL and am in no longer control of that silence
"Life is a terminal disease." All the doctors have basically told me so.
"Life is an adventure... Pain, well you deal. Thanks for being here. 06/21/2020
I'm back and working on. I've been.. more..