Silence Is Not Just Being Quiet Poem by Delilah Miller

So many people have got to tell you something,
eagerly spilling out their religion,
their stories, experiences, favorites and finds.
They must forward their ideas.
They scream their biographies
in classrooms, websites, coffee shops and in lines.

Alone, only, are we safe from
the eternal noise of us,
our thousand discussions that fill the atomosphere
and says nothing at all.

Hoever, after a blessed and unconscious silence
We walk out of our beds and into our televisions;
its noise and all that blue chatter
makes us feel at home.
Silence is to stop communicating, affirming;
insisting that we're correct is insisting that we matter.