The Unintended Consequence of Selective Silence
So much effort spent
quieting the whispers
of needs not met,
rocking doubt like a colicky baby,
forced soothing of anxiety,
swatting away the occasional noisy buzz of anger.
So much self-control displayed
to showcase the startling depth of my attributes
to such an extent that my flaws would be rendered non-existent
or at least laughable in the face of the average being,
and I succeeded.
Over months than years
I became increasingly skilled at the art of silence.
The thing is,
the unintended consequence is that
the selective silence crept and seeped
and muted the sounds of the love
I was trying to protect and keep
with all this silence.