the silence at my door

Is that why the daylight gets to me?

How hard we try to keep them out;
those unwelcome souls trying to peer over the walls we've built.
Bitter and scared, how desperately we hide, wishing they'd just leave.

The wolves still knock on our door.



But you know what's scarier?
It's when they stop knocking altogether.

The utter terror of that moment, when the cold silence hits you;
when despair tears right through you.
Few things rattle the core of your soul like that horrible silence.

In an instant, all your defenses are ripped away and you're exposed to the unforgiving bitter truth:
You are alone.
Your silent scream reaches a crescendo, but there's no one left to hear you.

What do you do then?