a beautiful horror

When do you find silence, outside of the time you sleep tight?
Is it during your imagination, dreams, or maybe in the dark late night?
If it's out of your reach, then my condolences, yours is indeed such a great loss
To have your life stripped of it is to miss the chance at confronting many of your flaws

Yet it's not quite the heavenly blessing I might make it out to be
For silence has always also been a horror clear for everyone to see
However, it is the benefits it has that most people tend to undermine
So allow me, someone who lived years in silence, to try and make them shine

First is a clear mind you get, when there is no noise to disturb
As some thoughts need focus to be confronted, or they'll turn to desires hard to curb
Second is a relaxing chance, for those outpaced by reality
By casting it away the mundane sounds of everyday, to preserve one's own sanity
Third is freedom of thinking, far from the whims and thoughts of others
To shape your own ideas without distress, without any influences to bother

It is those three that I find fascinating the most, among the many gifts that silence provides
But as I said before: it is also a horror, one so great at times that it is hard to hide
Just imagine the pain of wanting to share or to love but no one is there to respond
Or being cast away by everyone, with silence as your one and only true bond
That is silence: a duality one needs to be careful around
A beautiful horror that breeds sorrow at times, and for those seeking wisdom: a much needed and refreshing "sound"