silence

i am silence.
i don't recall the moment i became so,
all i know is, that like a blanket of snow,
my silence hushes what lives beneath.
My silence feels like cold wind that bursts across reddened cheeks,
pushing against my lips, meeting only with the unyielding resistance of my heated breath.
My lungs press against the force of it just enough to save my words from frozen captivity.
The subtle warmth builds a pocket big enough to hold a whisper, whispered words the wind will carry on it's wings searching for whoever wishes to listen.
once my words escaped my heart the wind returned with vengeful determination, but i only smile, because i know whoever hears me truly wishes to listen.