The power, the need for self-expression. Everything we do is an art, an outlet of expressionism. What isn’t spoken, is painted, is danced, is put to music, is worn, is acted…
Yet we are on the longest journey of silence. Many of us fear the lack of acceptance or understanding by others so we are silent…muted.
‘We have freedom of speech,’ so they say, as long as it is confined within our respective domains.
‘We have freedom of religion,’ so they say, as long as it adheres to societal standards.
‘We have freedom of expression,’ so they say, as long as we don’t offend a particular group of people.
“We have the freedom of silence,” so I say, for that is the longest journey we endure from the cradle to the grave.
As infants we cry too much, too loud yet how will you know our needs?
As toddlers we talk too much but why do you tell us to use our words?
As adolescents we are too nosy, inquisitive, too much attitude but how do we begin to learn about life and why don’t you teach us to respond better?
As adults we think we know it all but we are always being challenged so how do we stand against those who are wrong?
As lovers we want too much closeness, intimacy, romance but isn’t that part of love?
As elderly we share our past repeatedly but how do you expect to learn and prepare for your future?
We want to silence one another because we can’t be bothered, not interested, heard it all before … If our ancestors allowed themselves to stay silent would we be here?
Should we have silenced our grass roots political activists, educators, inventors, artists, poets, etc.?
If our parents silenced their desires would you be here today?
Our failure to express is creating our inability to express.
We are silenced so often that when we need to break it our messages risk distortion. We become destructive, attacking fueling the catalyst of negative empowerment.
When we are done we continue on the longest journey of silence.
Internalizing our feelings, scrambling our minds, altering our auras becoming cold and dark.
We smile to please but harbor so much resentment for one another.
We say that we ‘love’ but how can we love unconditionally with the baggage trapped in our hearts as a result of silence.
Silence…the longest journey, the most deafening sound and always the champion.
At what point do we stop being afraid to share our feelings, stop being afraid of rejection.
For me, I share the journey of silence. I break it with those who care to hear which is few and far between. I welcome those who want to break their silence with me for with each break in that journey I heal, learn, grow and lend more than just an ear but an open, cleaner heart.
© Soulmuze 2012
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