I am quiet.
I normally do not speak unless spoken to.
This is both a blessing and a curse.
Because of my silence, many choose to trust me.
People tell me their stories,
Afterward, they'll often say,
"I've never told anyone that before..."
While they stare at me with a look of bewilderment.
It's as if my silence creates a spell of trust.
As if they know that I will not share their secrets.
They know that I will only listen.
My silence can bring me closer to people,
Creating unspoken trust.
However, my silence can also harm me.
I often become invisible to everyone,
Simply a passing cloud.
I'm pulled out of conversations by my own head,
Scared that I'll say something wrong.
No one is born silent.
Everyone is born with things to say.
However, a fear of misspeaking took over my mind,
And locked my lips.
Now, I disappear.
People speak as if I'm not there,
As if I don't exist.
Still, I smile and bear it.
This way of life may get lonely,
And this way of life may feel empty sometimes,
But it's better this way.
I learn so much about everything around me,
Even though when I speak I am often not heard.
I'm not afraid to be silent,
Because I know the ones that really care will listen when I choose to speak.
The people who truly care listen to both my voice,
And my silence.