by Ellen Pepper
Silence is not golden.
Its threads become a tapestry
of anguish
of confusion
of uncertainty
of hurtful memories
and sullen regret.
Why that family left no forwarding address,
and took no furniture.
Why he departed without saying goodbye.
Why she spoke only with others,
yet you were all unknowing,
... until hearing of her lies.
Questions will always remain unanswered -
a gaping abyss of puzzlement.
To what end?
There, on the wall,
is the tapestry of unknown,
unspoken reasons.
It's woven with every silence.
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© Ellen Pepper 2022
Painting: Blue Silence - Mona Edulesco
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