My Own Silence
It was my own silence.
― Sylvia Plath
I know it well.
I know the quiet creaking
Of my parent’s house,
The sudden hush
Before a downpour of rain…
The absence of a friend
Who won’t return again.
I know the dark silence
Of your eyes
The midnight watches
Of regrets and whispers.
I’m not afraid to be alone
With ghosts or lightning…
It’s my own silence
I find frightening.
That personal silence is a tough contender. Reading your work is therapy for me right now lol. Seriously wonderful piece :)
Thanks, Tina. I guess it's tragic then. Tragedy is cathartic :)
Akin to hearing just the right piece of music that matches the mood. Your writing is outstanding, soothing and yes, sometimes therapeutic. I'm working my way back to my old, goofy self. :)
I'm glad, Tina. Thank you.
I want to know why you own this silence?
Silence is the language of wisdom.
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interesting thought, thanks for this! One's own silence could be a result of trauma, of not wanting to feel. And thanks for connecting on here. I hope you have a WONDERFUL day!! 😝 😛
It's ironic how deafening silence could be. :) Very well done. This poem is simply amazing! ^^
I wish I could say something extremely intelligent or profound but all I have is this is beautiful - for one or other reason it feels like I can relate and it touches my soul
thanks, @anneke. I'm not sure I can explain it :)
Wow!! "I know the dark silence of your eyes" and "Its my own silence I find frightening" ,,,,Very profoundly moving..Thank you. This is very well expressed. Just found your blog page. I love your work.
Thanks @timmo3663 ...so kind