Nothing to Fear
So I search for symphonies in silence,
Choirs of a thousand angels holding their tongues,
For it is only in nothingness
That we may become something new.
The greatest poems are the ones
That will never be written,
And there is more beauty in one blank canvas
Than in a hundred Mona Lisas.
Yet we have become a people who fear the dark,
We have nightlights and streetlamps
To ward off the blackness,
But if we were to stop for only a moment,
And listen to the stars, they would tell us
You are not alone.
And what are we so afraid of?
Its not as if the void will come and
Swallow us in our sleep.
It used to be that the empty corners of the maps
Were the most exciting places in the world,
But now we shy away from an unlit hallway
And order the same half-caf venti latte
Every day of the week.
You see, Nothing is Beauty, and
Beauty is Nothing,
But somewhere along the way,
From cave paintings to
Scribbling our initials on subway cars
We have come to this conclusion
That is we color inside the lines,
And stay away from sidewalk cracks
That things will somehow work out for us.
And so, I search for symphonies in silence,
And fill the pages of my notebooks with nothing,
In an attempt to find Peace,
Or what’s left of her.
And while I stand in awe at
The glory of a cold winter morning,
Everone I know cries at songs,
That do nothing but try to fill the void.
That void lives in all of us,
No matter how we try to run.
So turn off your radio,
And put down your pencils.
Listen to the angels sing,
Sweet Nothings.
Take my hand, and walk into the dark.
There’s Nothing to be afraid of.
