When a Door Slams

When a Door Slams

Silence, contrary to popular opinion, is never quiet.

 

Once, as a teenager, I slammed my bedroom door in the middle of a heated argument with my father. Separated, we stood either side in silence; me filled with fear, with shock, with guilt, with rage. I could have guessed what my father was feeling but I will never really know.

 

Behind the door, your world narrows, filled with a myriad circling voices, going for the kill. Silence has mass, it has weight, bearing down on you until you are all alone, utterly squeezed from the world.

 

In my middle years, I slammed another door and looked back, wondering how the people on the other side were feeling about the frail but permanent border between us; I’ll never be allowed to know but silence is a predictable tormentor, raging like a toddler that will not be subdued.

© Jack Leonard 2021

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Jack Leonard lives in Ilkeston, Derbyshire, with his wife and two daughters where he runs nature-connection services and writing workshops in the great outdoors. He has lived in other places too but mainly inside his own head. Writing is a way of stopping it from getting too crowded in there.

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  • Always feared "the silent treatment," even today.  Love this.

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