The Silence (Poem)

Normally I welcome the silence
A chance to catch my breath
To hear my own thoughts
To let my guard down for just a little while

How I’ve longed and yearned
For those precious and private moments
When I can be just me
No interference’s, no jurors, no jokesters, just me

But, sometimes that silence
It really can be almost deafening
The weight of it pulling me down
The quietness echoing and bouncing off nothing

I want to plug my ears and scream at it to stop
I yearn to see a smiling face
To hear a friendly voice
To hear a little laughter

I hate it as much as I love it
I long for it as much as I dread it
This overwhelming mixture of pleasure and pain
I find in “The Silence”


© Barbara Froude 2002

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