Silence comes in many forms. There is the healing silence that gives rest. There is the companionable silence between long-time friends and spouses. There is the thoughtful silence that percolates a new idea or way of being. And then there are the hurtful silences, when things that need to be spoken are left unsaid.
I don't believe that "time heals all wounds." I believe that resolution heals wounds, and words are needed.
I listen to the song, All I Say, by the Will Overman Band, and I am grateful to have found my voice.
every closing door becomes a slam
when silence fills the air
you know that you're wrong
but your ego says hold strong