A Reflection on Silence

I can’t take the noise
And I can’t take the quiet.
It’s all made up of the same
type of nothingness.
I don’t want to hear the updates, information, and opinions.
And I don’t want to hear the
dead quiet of nothing
that can’t nurture
all of this grief
and all of these unanswered questions.
A little chatter might still be necessary to survive.

Mostly, I need the silence,
a different type of sound.
Alive and intentional,
sorting and sifting,
standing up to and against
the confines and expectations
of everything else.