Conflict and resolution
Written by Abel Johnson Thundil
By Abel Johnson ThundilPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
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Mom cried and broke the plates;
But it isn’t scary.
It's like a kid wanting something
Desperately.
But dad says one line
With no sharp words,
No high-pitched sound;
And the silence grows loud.
The words are
Like a blunt sword that cuts with it's weight,
Like a dull stone that costs millions.
Silence isn’t a friend of the universe,
And each one of us wants to break it.
I wanted to break it;
But I didn’t because it would break me.
But someone
Will say a joke over tea
And look at everyone's face until they smile.
Someone
Will take the courage to break themselves
To break the silence.
And the unbearable noise of silence
Will become sound,
Conversation,
Music.
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