Day 6: Guest Entry

 

Prompt:

'Write about a Moment you were misunderstood and chose not to correct it

What strength did silence give you that noise never could?'

Today’s prompt explores silence. This entry leans into imagery and metaphor to express the choice to let action speak instead of explanation.

Our guest writer is a nursing student, a writer, a poet who goes by the pen name, Denzy Writes. Let's study his story .

Entry

 Amidst the chaos and the sharp piercing eyes of inquiry, were self acclaimed judges and journalists,

Waiting for my "Side of the Story", one that would be refurbished to suit the earbuds of whomever it may concern.

It felt like the right thing to do, pouring out my heart whilst drawing the white fluid to correct the weird assumptions, pushing for my voice to be heard and the truth, Known.

And Finally I opened my mouth, to spit my mind and air my opinion,

But somehow it felt like my brain caught just the "air part", because my vocal chords for a second produced more gas than sound,

It suddenly felt like my opinion didn't need to navigate through the noise, like I didn't have to enforce my truth for it to be actually true because in reality, "Wheat remains wheat even if if called weed'.

It occured to me that sometimes driving an idea or opinion doesn't necessarily need the cheering of a crowd, so with the action left in me, I drove my truth elsewhere, somewhere I didn't get distracted by the noise and chaos.

I let the action prove the old time saying, Resounding louder than any other voice and towering higher than any other opinion because sometimes THE TRUTH DOESN'T NECESSARILY NEED AN AUDIENCE to be true.

                                ~Dezny Writes ✍️