Silence
For most of my life I've been silent,
Every moment I've remembered..
there was silence.
Silence in all of my actions, thoughts and expressions.
I don't know the reason why,
But I know there's a middle ground.
At the far extreme, there's the over achiever,
the people pleaser.
And to the other end, the least extreme,
there's the silenced, hopeless feeler.
Many times there's a reason for their silence,
but for me, there's no one to blame but me.
I'm the blame.
I blame myself for missing out on opportunities I knew,
I could have achieved but missed it because I stayed silent.
And to that end, I've watched people get celebrated
for the same things I've done while I stayed silent.
Which is why I blame me!
But although I'm the blame, I'm assured,
I never want to be at the far extreme.
To this day, there's a burning sensation inside of me
to release my silence.
Although, I don't think I'll ever be that free,
I am still longing for that middle ground.
Deeper inside, I know my hidden treasures will surface
one day, but it won't be to the death of my silence.
As in achieving the middle ground,
I'm self-assured that I'll continue to remain silent
until my voice is heard.
- Ansar
8/03/21
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