I have taken a vow of silence. My voice has decided to take leave of my body. Candace said, “it’s gods was of telling you to shut up.” Maybe she is right. I have been ill for four days but not to this extent. I still went to work all week and I still got up every day to spend time outside. Only now do I feel wounded. The high grade fever and hallucinations in my sleep have faded and all I am left with is my silence. I tried last night to carry on as if all was well but I think that led to the strain I now suffer. Complete silence. Maybe I will grow wise, or learn to speak with my eyes.
Published by Erin Rose Belair
I am multi-genre writer specializing in travel, ad-copy, and nonfiction prose. A recent graduate with my MFA I am spending my new found time rambling around the world, practicing yoga, and searching for the best salad ever. View all posts by Erin Rose Belair