In Silence...

In silence the heart bends,

Peaceful, yet with enduring resistance,

Reshaping one’s outlook

Of a not so bitter conclusion.

Introspection - a light so bright,

Now stands ready for flight.

A living component, once absent in ignorance,

With persuasive wings of potential.

Indecision - anxiety lingering from a high precipice,

But self is left stuttering, an undeniable lisp.

Just one leap of faith, with wings of independence.

To take flight may disappoint expectation and desire.

Such quiet, for some, has not been an option,

But wisdom’s always selling in silent auction?

Man’s attempted imprisonment of alleged dangerous ideals,

Detained, yet  a doting illusion of freedom's will.

Silence is deafening

When contemplation shrieks so loud.

The company of discernment

Surprisingly packs apprehension and doubt.

Feeling your way down a lengthy dark hallway,

Weary of stepping, hoping for an accurate prediction.

So is a longstanding quiet, unleashing all unused senses,

Only to reveal, the hearts continual indecision.

Busyness intrudes,

Loudly toting today’s agenda in hand.

Silence politely bows and egresses,

Illumination unbalanced, with nowhere to land.

But the heart has been slightly reconfigured,

From time in silence depleted.

Now in novel form, new and willing to persist,

When silence returns, and her love of life is lent.

~2010 Vaughn Wood