The Silence that Screams

There’s a silence that lingers, sharp and deep,

a soundless storm where shadows weep.

It fills the room with unseen weight,

a quiet that howls of love and hate.

No voices rise, no words collide,

yet truths erupt, too vast to hide.

They press against the fragile air,

demanding to be seen, laid bare.

This silence screams of battles lost,

of dreams abandoned, lines uncrossed.

It echoes through the hollow mind,

a search for peace it cannot find.

It speaks of tears we dared not shed,

of hollow smiles, of words unsaid.

Of anger, raw, left to decay,

and love that somehow slipped away.

But in its roar, a lesson lies,

a whisper hidden in its cries:

The silence asks us to embrace

the fears, the truths, we cannot face.

For in its grip, we come to see

the power of vulnerability.

To sit with pain, to feel its sting,

is how we heal, how hearts take wing.

So do not fear the silent scream,

its voice is part of every dream.

In facing it, we start to mend,

and find our truest selves again.