In the frugal chambers
Of my heart
Above the beats that echo
I hear the sound of silence.
It roars…
Pulsating within the confines
Of my reclusive heart,
Shackled and bound to
My closed-off self,
It rages…
Tempestuous and simmering
Like a pot
Of roiling emotions
It beats upon the hollow atria.
It raves…
Murmuring and whispering
Entreaties to me
Begging me to open
The walled-off ventricles
It rushes…
I close my eyes
To the memories and the pain
How do I explain, that
In this sound of silence, I find
My solace…
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Solace in silence👌👌
That’s what sometimes needed 😃
Excellent, Sonal.
Beautiful poem! How synonymous silence and solace are 💚💚
Sometimes, all of my monologues of anger and hurt and regret happen in the silences, too, and I let the silence hammer me as a punishment for words not spoken.
This is beautiful and deep and relatable.