There are moments when silence is not absence, but refuge

It settles like a gentle veil over everything that weighs
Softens what wounds
Dissolves what insists on surviving inside of us

In it there is no pressure
In it there is no judgment

There are moments when silence
Is the only way to be free
There are moments when silence
Is the only way to exist

There, between breath and thought, a kind of freedom is born
One that isn’t conquered by shouting, but by accepting
It’s when the world finally goes quiet that we realize
Sometimes, to be free, all you have to do is stop answering
What no longer deserves a voice

There are moments when silence
Is the only way to be free
There are moments when silence
Is the only way to exist

There are moments when silence
Is the only way to be free
There are moments when silence
Is the only way to exist

To exist
To exist