Do not let the silence speak.

 Day 16 of quarantine, 
With the walls, the bed, my belongings and me,
Sitting, eating, talking, thinking, watching, reading
All in bed, in my blanket
My wonderfully cozy bed.

And with medical care
And steam and turmeric and vitamins,
I sure do find ways to keep myself busy,
But most of all,
The real struggle is only one:
To not let the silence speak.

As the noise outside dies down,
And as the brain finds a while vacant
The silence starts to speak to it, to me...
It speaks and yells and cries.... and scares
Of death, of pain, of nightmares in the day
Of losing loved ones and worst fears coming true
Of fateful darkness and days I only rue
So the struggle is one, the only one that is real:
To not let the silence speak

As when it does, I feel nothing but numb;
As in its stories, it has nothing but hurt
As this silence has powers to weave them
With great skill
And no mercy

The silence has a knack to take
My greatest fears and speak of them to me
The silence knows
That its presence is my weakness
It thrives as a little of me dies
In the struggle, everyday, day in and out
To not let the silence speak.