On Silence

The silence has not just fallen on the ears of the blog readers,

it has encompassed my heart –

frozen creativity and the ability to communicate through words –

compelled me to rest.

 

The silence has left me speechless, quiet and withdrawn.

 

The silence has given me space to breathe and to function, space to simply BE while my heart tries to relearn how to live.

 

The silence of grief is misunderstood, misrepresented, and mistaken.

 

It is lonely. Uncertain. And terribly vulnerable.

 

And as I slowly climb from the valley of silence, I know that I will never be – never speak – and never live the same.

 

Yet the silence does heal.

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