December 8: Writing Prompt #342-A Source of Anxiety

Write about a noise — or even a silence — that won’t go away. (We’ll let you interpret this in different ways...)

The Silence that Remains…

There is the silence of things undone.

The stillness of a moment between two when the words in your head remain there.

There is the silence of prayer when contemplating what to say to the Creator of the Universe and the accompanying quiet listening for the answers often unheard. 

There is even a silence in the written word when writing back may cause more pain than good.

The silence of all the things left undone presents itself in the form of dissatisfaction in the strangest moments and reminds me of the dreams left unsought after.

This stillness of life’s unlived moments hangs heavy in the air like a wet blanket on a clothesline in the rain. 

The stillness of death sends me running for a breath of fresh air and to seek out that former noise and light of life in nature and the stars of the night sky.

And in the end, this is the silence, the stillness, that remains, even on my own future deathbed, the silence of friendships unattended to, risks not taken, love not given, and words left unspoken.