Silence is an ethereal beauty, So relinquished and hated upon, Those who do cannot recognise. They take no time to understand the joyous warmth. They cannot accept and allow the time to process their own minds. For we are not adept to allow ourselves personal reconciliation. For the silence so many see as an entrapment is in fact such a sanctuary. To alleviate and grow. To process and to flow. To develop and to understand this narrative is a means to progress, For we should not feel trapped in our own head.