Silence .

I will always be remembered as the girl who grew into a woman who had no strength or courage. The girl who sat on the fence and whose voice never found her vocal cords to shout. You don’t know me at all. Just coz I don’t scream, and rant doesn’t mean I don’t feel. That’s my problem you see I feel too much to be in a world that only sees the loudest and boldest. I don’t like that at all I hear alcoholic rants at home and it’s enough more than enough all that noise.

I never though saw courage, but a coward drenched in party seven fits who could knock a woman for six and leave her crying and begging on the floor howling for mercy. I cover me ears at night with a pillow and pray for silence so I could once hear nothing at all. Silence to me means peace and shouting means pain and my voice is hoarse with internal turmoil. No, you don’t know me at all courage comes in many forms and silence to me means it’s the bravest most powerful clever thing I have ever had the pleasure to meet.

So no, you don’t know me at all as you only ever hear the loudest but forget silence is golden and never speaks of any regrets. It’s solid and profoundly loud although it never speaks but it heard tenfold in hearts who only want peace. Not just in battle fields but in homes everywhere on this earth snuggled in bed sheets safe and sound .  Not one roar of pretending to be courageous but only a breath and a heart beat that’s fast asleep.