Feelings

 

Silence is a cruel companion,

yet confession is a sacred offering,

one that unfolds only

before a heart

that has learned the grace of listening.

Few understand

what it means to greet life's fiercest storms

with an unbroken smile;

to stand unmoved

while an ocean rages beneath the ribs;

to answer every invitation to weep

with quiet dignity.

For sometimes,

silence is the soul in tears.

When no voice can translate

the language of our wounds,

silence becomes

the last tongue

our hearts remember how to speak.

There are silences

that thunder louder than words,

heard only by those

whose hearts have learned

to feel before they judge.

And there are words within us

that seek no ears to receive them,

but only a soul

gentle enough

to recognize their trembling.

So when we choose silence,

it is not because the pain has faded,

but because we have discovered

that some truths cannot be explained,

and some sorrows

refuse the comfort of language.

Only time,

walking with quiet footsteps,

and the patient hands

of those who remain beside us,

know how to gather

the scattered fragments

of a weary heart,

and teach them,

with infinite tenderness,

how to beat as one once more.