I'm happy to say I live in a noisy house

I never thought I would be happy to say I live in a noisy house
At one time I wanted peace and I was so glad for the moments they would come
The silence of having nothing to say because so much was being said so often
The quiet was like a break
A break from all that noise
The sounds of things needing to be fixed
Things broken, things being broke
The windy scream of things falling from way up high
The whining moan of things neglected, things needing to be done
Ohhhhh the silence
I would pray for the silence. Plead for the quiet
Promise to change if the noise would just go away
And then one day the silence came
On a day I did not ask for it
The quiet. The quiet. It was so loud.
Screeching down the walls like a chalkboard
Chirping in every corner, banging in every room

Silence

I begged for sounds I pleaded for noises
But for days nothing
I prayed to hear anything no matter how the sound was made
I re-played the old sounds of the house in my head
Just so I could feel like I was hearing something again
Re-played the old sounds of broken things trying to work
Re-hear the nocks from binds giving way
I would get so still just trying to listen
But not hearing sounds for so long made the noises sound so different
My perspectives had changed
Instead of just hearing what was breaking I started to hear why they were being broke
I heard not just the shattering of glass but the long strain on the weight of the stand
I heard the rip in the fabric, and also the stress of the seems giving way
Then slowly I started to hear sounds in the house again
Only now I didn't just hear the sounds of things already broken
I started to hear the sounds of things being fixed
The sounds of things slowly starting to work
The screech of gears working after being dormant so long
Replaced the silence from a thing turned off
Funny now how the drone of silence is louder than the howl of not quite smooth yet
How the screams of laughter and the driving points from the sounds of words
Are not quite as piercing as the bright sounds from silence
Funny even still just how noisy my house is now
But calming much more than once wished for silence
I never thought I would be happy to say I live in a noisy house
And that the noise gives me much more peace than the quiet

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