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