Our Silence

I’ve been willing to allow more silence in lately...

Photo by Mykola Kolya Korzh on Unsplash

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I’ve been willing to allow
more silence in lately.

At first it felt
like a tide too great
to surrender too.

I didn’t want to lose myself.

Everything I was protecting was so small,
the least of me,
and the least of life.

Then I chose to swim,
dive in.
I did disappear
but I didn’t care.

I was on the edge of all childhood adventures.

Rushing through fields,
blessed by fleeting rainstorms cupped in my hands,
falling into a tangle of dogs and scabs and rope swings,
painted with the strewn perfumes of honeysuckle forests
clinging to a face
I don’t recognize anymore.

Silence is teaching me
to stop begging
at the temple of my fears
for scraps that never nourish.

You know,
everything surrenders to silence
in the end.