There are moments

when silence speaks louder than words,

not a gentle silence,

but the kind that carves distance,

a canyon slowly widening

between what was once close.

Trust does not always shatter

with a single strike.

Sometimes it erodes quietly,

grain by grain,

until one day you realize

the ground beneath your feet

is not where you thought you stood.

And so the divide grows,

not with noise,

but with the whisper of absence.

You feel it before you see it,

like the faint tremor of earth

before the cliff edge crumbles.

What falls away was never yours to hold.

What remains is the quiet knowing

that the soul sees more clearly

when the noise is gone.

~Kerri-Elizabeth~

But silence never stays still. It gathers, it thickens, and it waits. Tomorrow, we step closer to the shadows that rise where trust once stood.