Silence, Be It The Death of Me Or Not.

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This is about silence, and talking about its various uses. Be it a weapon or defense or a way to communicate.

Submitted: April 20, 2013

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"Silence, a single most destructive force, yet it heals just as many people as it harms."

Silence.

Silence, a spell intricately woven over unsuspecting people,

Its gravity is undeniable; it gets what it wants.

I was a fool to have ever doubted its power.

But yet tempted by the promise of gold,

I went into the lion's den.

 

I have seen many cases, where,

Silence destroys all in its path.

It is like a hurricane, and I'm that house of cards,

And I was struck down by its ferocity and force,

And I scatter. 

An example, a mother and her son,

They quarrel. When the mother says,

Something that the son knows is right,

He keeps quiet, further angering the beast that is,

Within all mothers.

 

But also in equally many cases,

I have seen its power to heal,

Relationships.

From there I learn. That silence is sometimes,

For the better. Because,

We leave each other to recover before facing one another,

Again.

 

It is also a defense,

A way to communicate,

And it does not always mean denial,

Yet it does not every time mean acceptance,

And it is also the base for hurt,

Happiness,

Disappointment,

And many more.

 

It would take a lifetime to,

Explain. All.

And now I end my poem.


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