I know spirit entered my body in silence beyond my memory. I used to zip my childhood pains in a bag of silence. Silence is my creative womb, a fireplace. It’s my mind’s mausoleum too. Silence is sometimes more effective than voice full of words, can convey diverse shades of emotion. An iron shield against arrows. Life is a voyage to silence, passing through noises and voices. First published in The Literary Hatchet (issue #31).