sometimes silence –

speaks louder than words.

sometimes –

it’s in the silence that we actually hear –

with undeniable clarity –

statements of truth.

sometimes…

what purpose –

words –

if spoken from platforms of indecision?

offering of platitudes devoid of conviction?

with rehearsed empathy –

we place ladders of (supposed) good intent upon walls of indifference.

and as we climb –

toss promises of solidarity to those left behind.

i have to wonder –

how it must feel to be removed –

elevated above the debris of broken promises.

to finally overcome the obstacle of compassion –

set free from chains of care.

sometimes silence –

more powerful than any drug of choice.

sweet illusive fix for the addiction of peace –

in a world overflowing with subversion…