Hunted

Silence is a killer
Because it brings out everything you fear
Everything that haunts you
Everything you wish you weren’t.
I will always take the noise.

Sometimes that silence brings clarity,
All the rabble of sound disappears,
Leaving only the focus in front of you.
The clear skies ahead are welcome,
Giving you a path to freedom.

But mainly it hunts you,
Stalking your peace and calm,
Whispering reminders of chaos
And threats of abandon.
Pursuing you in a place of no sight,
Panic and heartbeat of blindness
Settles into your bones and hugs tight.

And when it breaks it shatters,
As if the stalk never existed.
Sound kisses my face
And warms me to the core,
As if to say it never left,
Would never leave me again.

Silence surely isn’t lurking
And waiting again for its turn.