A Hundred Million Things Unsaid...

I watched an old behind-the-scenes documentary of Pink on tour recently, where she interacts with her kids. Willow, her quiet, thoughtful, introspective daughter, and her crazy, full of beans son, Jameson.

Both were equally lovely - in both their different ways. But Pink said her daughter told her she sometimes feels invisible next to the crazy energy of her younger brother.

But it made me think about silence, and how so much sits within it.

Nothing is ever really silent.

I realise this will be my second post about being quiet, or quiet people. So maybe it's some kind of unconscious continuum with me at the moment, but I've met a lot of people in my life, and even the quiet ones can have a lot of presence about them. Sometimes someone can just walk into a room, and that's enough.

So I wrote a poem not about quiet people, but about silence itself. And all the words that hang within it.

It's called 'A Hundred, Million Things Unsaid'.

I hope you like it.

A Hundred, Million Things Unsaid

Feel the silence,

Breathe it in.

Do not mistake it for nothingness.

Feel it's weight.

See it. Sense it.

For in its silence, lies a hundred, million things unsaid.

Silence has a frequency that only those with pure emotion in their heart can hear.

It is not weak.

It is STRONG.

Silence is not afraid to speak out - or to be loud.

No, Silence senses what it needs to be,

and trusts that only those meant to hear it, will.

Listen to that Silence.

Listen to what it is trying to tell you.

Open your heart to it, and be thankful for the fact you heard its whispers calling you gently over the turmoil and choppiness of the waves.

Listen to it,

Breathe it in.

Let its words permeate slowly through your soul.

For in the silence, lies a hundred, million things unsaid.

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