When silence takes me
It feels like a lock
Click
slamming shut on a door
I used to walk through without thinking.
Words
they pile up inside me.
Not gone.
Not lost.
Just trapped.
Like a river swelling
against a dam
that will not break.
My mouth is stone.
My body
heavy.
And every attempt to speak
is like running in a dream:
legs sinking,
distance endless,
the finish line
always just out of reach.
Inside, I am screaming.
Inside, I am whispering.
Inside,
I am still me.
But you can’t hear me.
Because the silence is thick.
Not empty, no.
Thick with frustration,
thick with shame,
thick with the ache
of wanting
so desperately wanting to be understood
without having to explain.
So don’t rush me.
Don’t push me.
Stay.
Wait with me
in the quiet.
Because this silence
is not absence.
It is survival.
It is my body saying:
enough.
And when I return
when my voice crawls back
know this:
I was never gone.
I was always here.
Behind the glass.
Behind the lock.
Still me.
Always me.
Copyright © Jade McGlynn | Year Posted 2025
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