Some words are worth more when they are silent

I recently participated in a literary contest in my country, which was organized for people who like to write poems. My poem was praised and published in the official book of poems. Here it is.

The poem was written in my language, Serbian, but I will translate it for you at the end of the article. I was happy and somehow proud of myself because someone found my work commendable.

The theme of the contest was, "There are words that are worth more when they are silent". I write poems because through them I express my deepest emotions. I know paper can handle everything. So, I write everything I feel without fear of encountering someone's misunderstanding.

Sometimes you can’t say everything that comes to your mind out loud because words can hurt. They can cause disagreements and quarrels. I am afraid if I told everyone in my environment everything that I thought about them, I might be left completely alone because the truth is harsh and not always sweet. That doesn't mean I'm insincere. I just keep quiet sometimes.

If you keep quiet in certain situations, your words will be worth more because some words lose their value when they are spoken. You don’t have to tell your partner every moment that you love him/her. Keep quiet and show him/her that. He/she will feel your emotion much more than when you say it.

In a poem for the contest, I wrote about my feelings about losing my father. That is most often my inspiration because I find it difficult to talk about it.

I liked the topic because I agree that sometimes words lose value if we say them. When I say "I'm sad about my father's death" it can never convey how sad I am. So I keep quiet and write.

And here is my poem.

Every attempt will be in vain,

to say what is silent in me,

because if I say,

it may fade

and it won't be worth that much,

not my voice,

not even this day,

not this hour,

how much silence is worth.

If I say,

only emptiness will remain,

and I could talk about it for a long time,

for days and nights,

in vain.

So I choose to keep quiet,

and I keep my words from being lost

in some new chance to get out.

In silence, they will always be worth it,

and I know that's how they will live

in a closed wound,

and open thoughts.

Thank you very much for reading.

The article and the photo are original and mine, as well as the poem.