I used to love the silence,
those quiet days when we’d just walk around the park
holding each other’s hand and simply breathing,
taking in all the beauty we could find.
I used to love the silence,
those quiet nights when we’d just lie down
staring at the moon and the stars,
listening to crickets as fireflies danced about.
But now I hate the silence,
those silent days when I forget
to turn the radio on.
Yes, I hate the silence,
those silent nights when I am forced to think
about all those moments that are gone.
I used to love the silence,
when silence meant I’d find you by my side.
When even though no words were spoken,
I know I’ve got a place to hide.
Could I ever love the silence again?
Sometimes I try to face my fears.
Maybe if I could still feel you’re there,
I may just love those silent tears.
The above poem is included in Jocelyn Soriano’s book for those who grieve the loss of a loved one “Of Waves and Butterflies: Poems on Grief”. Get it from Amazon today—click here.
The thing about hope is that it’s a positive force that shines the most when it’s dark. When everything’s going well, we hardly notice it’s there. But when things go against us, when our dreams fade and when we see no immediate reprieve from our troubles, that’s when hope does its best work for us.
"Where Hope Can Be Found"