Silence by Magill

I wrote a song once about fixing my crown

after being knocked on my ass

literally flat on the ground. 

I invite you if you’ve yet to do just the same.

Cause when we pause for a minute

there is no fucking shame

in the abuse we survived or the guilt from the lie

or the advantage taken from us

ancestors of the cry 

at the hands of our family or worse

of ourselves.

In caring for others

we stash us on shelves.

Care for exes or currents or vices or gaming

doom scrolling and gossip

no shade now, no shaming. 

You may be weary, but there’s peace in the silence.

Skin may wrinkle, words untold

you cannot buy what has been sold.

Sold your self

your sex

your voice

what’s right

your boundaries

your soul screams for help

your valor to stand up and fight.

Exhausted, still weary, there is peace in the silence.

There are lessons to learn in this life...some cold, some heated.

Til the lesson is learned

the same shit gets repeated.

So sit with the guilt and the anger and pain

like an old friend in town, sit again and again.

You’ll see Easter eggs and what you first missed

and own your role you glossed over when pissed.

Like a movie just watch it and then you will see 

losses are only mom-en-tar-il-y 

L’s making space, for you’re meant for much more.

You’ll see there’s peace in the silence like never before. 

● And figs.

*figs is an utterly random word to everyone except the person who gave me the courage to write this poem. To you, I say

thank you.