I'm silent
I am not silent because I am gagged
I am not silent because I am dumb
I am silent for the mere experience of silence
It is a choice
A willing act to not speak when injustice is seen.
A choice when the girl told you her boyfriend was abusive and yet you said, "Have a good night," and carried on with your day like another butterfly to be collected and pinned to your array of malice and gore.
I am silent.
I keep my melody, my song.
Did you know that we all have a song?
Every one of us.
It is what moves the fiber of our being to life and breath.
It steers our will and courses through our veins.
Some sing. Some choose not to.
Some belt out their melodies in tumultuous harmony, while others whisper along.
Their melody, nevertheless, beautiful and counted.
And some... some sing off-key
So, yes.
I am silent.
Because my silence is the only sanity I store, my salvation.
My only hope for life, and to see you someday.
I remain silent, so you can sing.
And you choose to sing for me.