the silence will no longer be silent.

It will arise with uncertainty and ask the questions you have been afraid to answer.

The questions that erupt into a cycle of isolation, spiraling heart and mind into oblivion,

creating chaos that longs to be justified.

The silence needs nothing from you.

It is you who need its tenderness amidst the chaos, its comfort amidst the grief, its grace amidst the confusion.

The silence never left you.

You escaped from it much of your life,

wandering through deserts in search of yourself.

Only to return to the same place you started from.

My how long a journey you made,

in struggling more than you needed to.