Finally. Silence.
Finally. Silence.
That overcame the noise.
It didn’t have a choice, but to be still.
We listen close but often don’t hear
like factories, the machines are our ears,
churning out chaos and confusion
all the while presuming
that we were meant for more than here.
Finally. Silence.
It echoes, deafening and leaves us with
awkward and uncomfortable instances
we’re not used to living like this.
We squirm and move as if to say
“there’s something missing in this empty space”
but if we’d STOP. we’d realize
the silence has been there this whole time.
It’s not something we can see or touch
yet it’s something felt by all of us
and in this life that screams of violence
we hear the inner voice:
Finally.
Silence.
