For this week’s challenge, Weekly Writing Challenge: The Sound of Silence, a letter from an Anonymous, speaking about silence.. through my POV..
“It’s something so common for me, like a language, for it has inadvertently replaced my mother-tongue. Like a second skin to cover my tanned exterior. Like a wall, that shields me from the world, and sometimes, me. Like the pillow to which I’ve narrated countless feelings, and still they remain unheard..and anonymous. Like a best friend, who comforts me in the dark, and unseeingly holds my hand, as I walk through their corridor.
It’s something that the oppressor have repeatedly desired from the oppressed, for it is the later’s weakness.
It’s something that it takes for the world to be happy with you, for to not have it tags you ‘rebellious’.
It’s something that every individual desires from another, even if it is for a moment.
It is something of me that gives you the right to comment on me.
It is something of me that makes it okay for you to bully me in that corridor.
It is something of me that makes it acceptable for you to abuse me in the darkness of night. Or maybe, even in a crowded bus.
It is something that the society taught me was good.
It is something that we all speak at some part of our lives. Some more than the others.
It’s something that the dominating spouse demands from you.
It’s something that a parent demands from you, and you, in turn, from your child.
It has long been the unseen glue that holds a marriage, or for that matter, every relationship, together.
An abuser’s fantasy.
A secret to be your boss’s favourite, sometimes.
Or sometimes, it is just to prevent suspicions from falling your way, or just, making you look bad.
It is something that has long being said is one of the most beautiful jewel to adorn the human, yet when I wear it, you term me weak.
It resonance may be golden, but remember when that resonance fades and there is the dull hanging in the air, you may hear a symphony that will rock the air out of your lungs, for it will be in that moment when I will discard this jewel and adorn a more precious jewel: My Voice.