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Samuel Falana
Writer @ SS Peter and Paul Major Seminary Bodija, Ibadan, Oyo State
The Silence of an Extrovert
<p>I am the noise you once trusted,</p><p>The thunder that danced in a crowded room,</p><p>The spark in conversations lit like wildfires,</p><p>The heartbeat of laughter in human form.</p><p><br></p><p>But now, hear nothing.</p><p>A hush, thick as blood,</p><p>Wraps around the space I do not fill.</p><p>Do not call it peace.</p><p><br></p><p>This silence is not golden.</p><p>It is charcoal and rust,</p><p>A furnace of feral thoughts</p><p>Burning behind still lips.</p><p><br></p><p>You think I’ve found calm,</p><p>Oh no, I’ve found calculation.</p><p>Each quiet second is a blade being sharpened</p><p>In the blacksmith shop of my mind.</p><p><br></p><p>I’m not healed. I’m harnessed.</p><p>I’m not broken. I’m bound.</p><p>And what you don’t hear</p><p>Is the sound of danger preparing its entrance.</p><p><br></p><p>My tongue is a lion caged by discipline.</p><p>My smile—a crumbling dam.</p><p>One tremble of restraint,</p><p>And the flood will name new ruins.</p><p><br></p><p>You, who once knew me in sunlight,</p><p>Wouldn’t dare recognize me in this eclipse.</p><p>I am metamorphosis without a cocoon.</p><p>A storm dressed in meditation robes.</p><p><br></p><p>So when I grow quiet,</p><p>Don’t rejoice in my restraint,</p><p>Pray for it.</p><p>Pray that the silence remains intact,</p><p>That the demons I dine with</p><p>Continue whispering instead of howling.</p><p><br></p><p>Because I am an extrovert gone still.</p><p>And that is no virtue.</p><p>That is a red flag</p><p>In a hurricane of shadows.</p><p>That is your only warning.</p><p><br></p><p>Let silence be your signal,</p><p>Not that I am at peace,</p><p>But that I’ve made a pact with the voices</p><p>And they are drawing blueprints.</p><p>For what comes next.</p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p>#CalamusDei</p>
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