Silence is around

Silence surrounds me, silence

as emptiness, silence as distance,

silence as invisibility that I feel

but others do not know or see.


The usual ways of being are

there to maintain the silence like a

cloak put on so that the flesh under

cannot be seen, even as it feels.


Do I shout into the silence and

say that all is not well, all is just

the loneliness of the heartless beat.

of absence that shapes my world?


Silence may surround me but I will

not give in to its suffocating wal|s

that would take me to a personal hell,

for I choose to be in a place of noise.