Forest

Photo by Degleex Ganzorig on Unsplash

I am a forest of silence,
full of thoughts I don’t speak aloud,
of feelings left to grow as wild as
the unbidden trees;

few people wander here—
they hear the quiet
but not everything living beneath it;
the roots that hold me together,
the small things still trying to bloom;

I used to think silence meant emptiness,
but now, I know 
it can also mean survival,
a place to heal slowly,
away from the noise of the world;

and even on my most subdued days,
something in me keeps growing,
reaching towards the light.

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Written for my prompt “a forest of silence”.

Jo xo