Wednesday prompts
You ask me a question and silence me in the same breath. Funny how you do that. How you ask a question that silences me. Where you don’t want to hear my truth unless I package it according to you, life as you, love as you, communication as you.
Funnier how I am here in this space. No one dragged me into it. No one begged me. I entered this trap of my own free will. Lured if you will by dreams for myself. Wish fulfillment gone wrong. Jafar answered my call when I rubbed the lamp and now here we are.
They call it the fiasco. In my silence. My silence? Your silence? Our silence? Am I party to the silence by being silent? Anyway, I deny the word fiasco. Too much. It’s too much. It’s chaos. It’s drama. It’s prime time TV, a tele-novella, the a Danielle Steele novel if you will. It’s extreme. I want none of it it and there in is the answer to the question I shouldn’t have been asking right now; if I’m not for the chaos then surely I’m in agreement with the silencing.
The discomfort remains, the itch between my shoulders. The need to speak and say something, anything and yet I don’t and most probably I won’t. I tend towards a fade into the background, a whisper that is never repeated
...I’m not ready to speak past your wishes, to breathe beyond you. So I settle into the things I do know. They are this; The itch will go away. Discomfort morphs into a new normal. Your silence becomes my silence. It continues.
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