Silence

How dare I attempt to improve upon silence?
It’s not a new notion, still a potent piece of guidance
Interruptions tantamount to acts of violence
Blunt force trauma to the peace and quiet
A born killer, that’s just how I’m wired
First 25 of life I never let a pause pass me by
Without a sentence inserted. Still learning
When to keep my mouth shut and let somebody else take a turn
But some silences lie intеrnal
An existential type pokеd at in notes apps and journals
A void to fill at will or through osmosis
Differing approaches make you whole or leave you hopeless
The blank canvas demands answers
The world will gladly wield the brush unless an interruption comes
To set the terms on how the silence is addressed
To question in the quiet how to be a human best
It’s an affront in many ways to grab a microphone
To add to silence when it might be better left alone
It’s a risk, even if the words are worthwhile
Anyone can speak, and anyone can turn the dial
But that wild-eyed silence in the soul?
It’s imperative to interrupt, interrogate in full
To shape it how you see fit and keep control
Otherwise you’ll never know