The Freedom of Silence

I am reminded often the price of silence,
that it can speaks volumes
and shout louder than
raised voices

That time is both cruel and kind
it can make the heart grow fonder
or forgetful
and lend a hand to turning seasons,
leafs blowing in the wind.

Silence requires no fanfare,
no announcement or fateful prediction
of things to come.
It simply waits, watches
Looms in the distance and
presses on those who long for
the softest voice raised in protest

but nothing.

Silence is a blessing to me now,
in comparison to the cacophony of splendor
that had constantly graced my ears,
the dutiful whines of unhappiness
and accusations of a guilty sneer.

I’d take the peace and quiet of calmly knowing now
that my place is far removed from my
former home.
That I can say goodbye without
speaking a word.
That I wasn’t worth the effort of even
an attempt
when expectations proved to be unreasonable.

I can speak in silence, too.
I doubt you’ll find it as calming, though.
For you, the silence will be a scream ringing through your ears
always
knowing what you gave up and lost
by choosing inaction over loyalty
and vain platitudes
to friendship.