Silence

Silence is both a friend and an enemy. 

It sings out when you are alone, laying over you like a blanket.

Its presence is either comforting or smothering, yet somehow both. 

It is the empty gap after a risky action.

It is the shared emotion in a finite space. 

It is a salve after a tiresome event. 

It is grating after the loneliness kicks in. 

It is undecided when you walk in the door. 

But it is constant when you are alone. 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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