Harmful Sounds
Words were constant—
until I learned of the harm they could do
would do to my loved ones.
I held my tongue,
finding new ways to communicate necessities,
leaving out the chatter and complaints
that would have filled the air space around me
before.
My new-found silence
taught my words to be kinder
after taking away my thoughtlessness.
But then silence continued to take
to eat away at my spirit.
The silence demanded all that would harm
and all that would heal.
It stole my laughter and my words of love.
The silence hangs like a guillotine’s blade,
waiting for one word—
one joyful sound
one anguished cry
one calling of a name
one plea for help
one expression of gratitude
one uncontainable burst of love—
waiting to take it all away,
Using the absence of sound
to harm my soul.
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