Julianna May

When I was younger
I longed for silence.
The noise of my siblings,
Drove me to anger and frustration.
When I was with him
I begged for his silence.
For whenever he was silent
He was not accusing me.
But now, I long for the noise.
I long to hear my siblings.
I beg to hear his accusations.
If only I didn’t have to sit in this silence
Listening to the screams
Within my own mind.