I am something you all know well
Some of you can’t function with me
and some of you can’t focus without me
I am a small, timid thing
Easily spooked, should you make a sound
and always flitting from place to place
I am the moment when realization sinks in
When the doors stop slamming
and the heat fueling your anger no longer burns
I am the moment when fresh snow blankets the ground
When the sun shines, but never warms
and birdsong is lost to the early morning breeze
I am the moment when you’re alone in bed
When the world around you sleeps
and you’re too old for the shadows to be scary
I am something that’s never heard, never seen, and never felt
simply experienced
I am silence
- t.h.
Oct 26, 2019
Oct 26, 2019 at 2:22 PM UTC
I am something you all know well
Some of you can’t function with me
and some of you can’t focus without me
I am a small, timid thing
Easily spooked, should you make a sound
and always flitting from place to place
I am the moment when realization sinks in
When the doors stop slamming
and the heat fueling your anger no longer burns
I am the moment when fresh snow blankets the ground
When the sun shines, but never warms
and birdsong is lost to the early morning breeze
I am the moment when you’re alone in bed
When the world around you sleeps
and you’re too old for the shadows to be scary
I am something that’s never heard, never seen, and never felt
simply experienced
I am silence
- t.h.
My first published poem!