The Echo of Silence
Also linking with Poetry Jam for the prompt "Silence".
Silence is a text easy to misread. ~A.A. Attanasio
Ignorance is a dark hall that seems to have no doors.
Where wisdom has no voice that fools can soon ignore.
And truth can be a luxury when it is nowhere to be found
as secrets can deceive like lies when they do abound.
For the truth holds a certain power like a shelter in the rain
and when it is abandoned it leaves one vulnerable to more pain.
When I was around 4 years old we had a gold fish that lived in a bowl on top of our console television. One day I was left in the house alone while the family was doing some yard work. I got the wonderful idea to feed the fish. Everyone else was doing something productive and I wanted to do something to. So I decided to get the little shaker bottle of fish food and make myself useful. Once I started pouring it seemed that more would be better than less, after all, it was probably very hungry. The rest of the story speaks for itself. You know the outcome. Too much dinner for fish is a certain death indeed. A few hours later I heard the sad gasp of my mother as she discovered the fish floating on the top of the water. At the time I did not realize what I had actually done. It was not until I was older that I put two and two together. You see, ignorance is not always kind. At least not for the poor gold fish in a fish bowl. Not knowing what I had done, was less painful for me at 4 years old, but if someone had shown me how to feed them and why, maybe little Goldie would have lived a longer life. The echo of silence tends to be a sad sound indeed.