Silence

Silence.

It fills the awkward spaces at the start.

It bridges the gaps in the middle.

It plunges in-between the moments we take to appreciate life.

And It burdens us when the end has arrived.

We pray for it.

We accept it.

We hide behind it.

We breathe it in.

We let it becomes us.

A person’s feelings about silence change

as quickly as the days come and go.

Unfortunately, the silences we appreciate and hate,

are not really silences at all.

Silence is the crickets chirping at night.

It is the wind blowing through the tree's branches.

It is the rain splashing against the pavement.

It is the heartbeat of another person.

Silence is full of unspoken words and memories.

And the silence we know is only a mirage

of true and absolute silence.