Silence

Stale air sits at rest. My mind explores

the hush of the room.

Fan blades collect dust

over candle wicks dancing a silent disco.

In my journal,

words are asleep in a line.

This silence is heavy. Drooping under

the weight of my verses.

I think instead of voice,

to keep my thoughts safe.

But, the absence of noise is not

to be mistaken for weakness.

A loud mind is never heard,

but always read aloud.