There was a little girl who
lived in a house where no one lost their temper.
Tempers were bad and not allowed.
Sometimes the little girl lost her temper.
It was always a bad thing to do and always meant punishment,
and that sometimes made her lose her temper again.
Anger or disagreements in her house meant silence.
Sometimes the silence lasted a long time.
When it went on and on the silence was heavy and horrible.
She just wanted to hear a voice again,
even one raised in anger would be okay.
All the little girl would want was to hear a voice
because sometimes the silence was so loud it hurt.
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Heartbreaking.
It is sad… and it was never resolved or overcome. I try to speak even when it is difficult…though I am not always successful.
Yet you are eloquent and clear…
Thank you.
You are welcome. 😉
Silence can be deafening. I have some poetry on this very thing. I can empathize with this.
As beautiful as silence can be it can also be ugly. I will go read some of your poetry on silence.
It can be scary.
Oh . . this is an important read for us all. Thank you!
When communication is most difficult is usually when it is most needed. I try to remember this when I want to draw back or away because I am uncomfortable.
Sad.
Yes, it is.