I speak volumes in the silence,
leaving words of love unsaid;
a look, a smile, a touch,
the way I tilt my head.
There is sorrow in the silence,
a pain unspoken, even still;
from a time, so long ago,
oh, the pages I could fill.
There is a thoughtfulness in the silence,
a pondering of sorts;
contemplating lifes’ true meaning,
a place too, where anger aborts.
There is wisdom in the silence,
learned from yesteryears;
of when to speak, when to not,
so as not to cause one tears.
There is a longing in the silence,
for one to hear my silent plea;
to love me, just as I am,
and let me be just me.
There is peace found in the silence,
a place where I can meditate;
release all anger, and negativity,
and provide my Spirits’ light a gate.
There is a knowing in the silence,
when a friend just needs to talk;
not for advice or feedback,
but for you to be their rock.
We speak plenty in the silence,
for some helpful, others defiance;
yet what remains ever true,
there is something, in the silence.
© Leslie C Dobson
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