What kind of noise.. does Silence make (until she is heard)?

What kind of noise does silence make

to find herself heard?

As she wanders.

She won’t interrupt your schedule,

Chase your ego,

or shout herself from the rooftops.

She wont force

She wont make herself known where she isn’t wanted

She doesn’t make a noise

and yet she does, as

She lingers in the voices.

The uncomfortable sound

at the edge of pain.

She accompanies the words

in the gap.

This. Gap.

When the noise subsides

she is there.

She is Awkward at first.

Agitated.

She is unwelcome.

Yet;

She invites the reluctant adventurer

to her.

She waits.

Making a sound only the brave can find.

A noiseless call

Where only the courageous go

Her sound in the gaps of no-thing

When some-thing feels like comfort

Silence, You need Love

Silence, you need to shout louder

Silence, rise to heal

Silence make more noise!

But no, she waits

For those who seek her, will eventually find

And the noise that she needs to make

is to awaken your choice to find her

accept her, treasure and bring yourself

to her accepting unconditional arms

For Silence does make a noise

as wanders

and yet

the prospect of her scares the unready mind

causes ruptures in the soul.

‘I don’t want to go there’ – I said

‘I don’t need you’ – I said

‘Im fine without you’ – I said

‘I’ll survive’ – I said

Ill always bounce – I said

And all of this is true.

And yet I filled every silence possible with layers of noise.

Silence screaming in my head.

Yet, in the pain of every thought

The reality of silence is waiting

To love.

Because thats what she says.

Dare you listen to her voice?

Dare you give her time?

Dare you listen to the gap, and see where she may be found?

And open yourself to be found by her

She will only love you

She will only reveal you…to you

She will only give to you

She will only heal

Accompanying every breath

If you can choose

to hear how she calls for you

Can you hear her, making herself known to you?

She waits, to love you whole

She waits, for your thoughts to subside

She waits, in the midst

For you.

What kind of noise does silence make, for you to find her?

The one that calls you, when you look inside.