In Silence

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Once and again,

I spend a day in silence

Not speaking, so I can hear

Only when I am mute, do I notice the waste of words

In the vast desert of silence, I pamper house and body

Handwashing dishes, dusting, sweeping up bits of broken glass and history that breed confusion

I walk the beach barefoot, repot plants, pray backwards, sip lemon water and apply a facial

Within a few hours, I have already forgotten anything I said yesterday

Why do I speak at all if my words are so easily gone?

I grow wider, taller, lighter

Then, suddenly completely weightless above it all

My heart beats in my head and things unsaid blossom wildly

becoming portals to a brave new world

I am free

Soaring high above things once so important

Flying into a hillside chapel, unharmed, shards of stained glass refashion themselves

The silence explains me to myself and she ignores all of my shortcomings and silly ways

I become that butterfly being chosen for a role not accepted yet inevitable

Once and again,

I spend a day in silence

Not speaking, so I can hear

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