I found this poem one day, searching for something else on Google. I found it inspiring. I mentioned it in a post I wrote a few weeks back too. Silence speaks a lot more than words they say. I agree. But when people use words scathingly, they pierce into us like needles, without giving us a chance to deflect them. They judge us without knowing what we are going through. For some, that weight may be because of a problem we are trying to solve. The world created by books, the one they feel is unnecessary, may be our solace.
When too many voices begin to tell us what we are not, at times it overwhelms our inner voice that tells us who we are. The books we read, the laughter that rushes into someone else’s heart and makes them laugh too, the comfort of a pillow that we hug as we sleep, or the love from a pair of tiny hands that hug us even when we don’t need.
I think it is time we remembered.
(© Vinay Leo R. @ I Rhyme Without Reason,
10th July, 2017)