By Jasmyn Genchev

Sometimes silence is difficult to understand.

It comes, and it goes, sometimes for the better,

sometimes for the worst.

Sometimes it secures you from feeling like you’re small

Sometimes it locks you down, so you cannot stand tall.

Sometimes it creates fear, like a winter storm on its way

Sometimes it’s a meek meadow of flowers in early May.

But silence is never empty, it’s so full of words

It all has an answer, just the meanings are blurred.