The Silence

In silence, I have watched as you raged. Understanding your reasons, yet with a sword in hand, you slice the arms that can no longer cease a shield's protection. I never wanted to disappoint you, yet I stand unwilling to respond in the same way.

The silence I speak, crafts my convictions behind the clouds that veil your mind. We are no different than animals if we cannot muster a civil response, for even a dog knows loyalty.

As silence stitches my intentions behind the unwavering stillness, with your blade, you put me asunder. Taint the waters red and call me the traitor.

In silence, I have written the words your eyes shall never graze, as I collect the pieces of my broken self. Arms split, legs splintered, and a heart withered.

This silence that you have mustered so much hate for over the years has kept me sane. Blanketed by the embrace of the four walls of my imprisonment, I have found a home.

The silent faces I have carved on the walls speak to me the same way I have spoken to you. Though the message differs, the barrier falls.

This silence is for me and mine alone, not yours to bear. If you so wish to break it, I shan't despair. For the pain is mine alone, and for no one else. You couldn't break me, not a wish to spare.

To break my silence, these words, I shall burn in your mind. Know that you couldn't change me, I was never of your kind. Today I end my life with you, so I can live tomorrow as a man, forever free.

Read me now and listen well to these words in which my voice spells within your mind. The next time you hear my silence, you will know that I traded my freedom for your absence.