I found my silence

(6 October 2021)

In the midst of a burnout and in one of the most eye-opening experiences,

I found my silence.

In no man’s land, between Heaven and Hell,

There was a deeper, more focused and special me, Waiting to be saved from the tragedy of his own death.

Death which drowned him, not only to death, but to a portal that allowed him to not be blind anymore.

The funeral that bridged between who I am and who I am supposed to be.

The bridge I only crossed to open up a greater being than him who is,

One who was killed not by what was, but by what could be.

In my silence I discovered my loudest volume.

I destroyed everything only to get the feel of building up again.

I let myself feel the darkness only to allow light to illuminate from my core again.

My mute state was the loudest in what the outside couldn’t hear.

It was a tap into the greatness that could be an exile from the gatekeepers of destiny.

The existence, or lack thereof, of the words I needed to move unlocked all gates to my choices.

The choices that set me free.

The choices that let me be.

Let me be me.

My greatest self.

A me for me.

Love.

From the inside out.

All impossible until I found my silence.

My loudest silence