For Silence

I wish to be an amaranth
amidst a place
of enveloped silence, of awkwardness.
How can silence sound
deafening, or consume
one's spirit, leaving the body
weary, futile?
For silence is minute by minute serenity,
a moment of soul searching,
of pacifying temporal desires and
dreams cleansed of worldly attachments.
For silence can be nothingness
amalgamated with truth.
For silence can be stupidity,
dullness, inactivity
transfigured wisdom.

Amidst a place of enveloped silence,
of awkwardness,
i can be an amaranth,
a topaz,
a princess.

poem by Candice Bacolod
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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