Shhh
We all need it
It’s not always easy to find
Sometimes we hate it
And sometimes we just need a day that is full of it
The absence of it can be both beauty and tragedy
The hot headed need as much as they can get
While the broken and oppressed are better without it
It’s present between every heart beat
It lingers between every note
It clears the mind
It marks the beginning of some things
And the death of others
I gladly accept the fact that
Following my last breath
There it will be
Silence