The House of Storms and Silence

This is the place where death rejoices—

Where silence is a song of sorrow,

And bones remember names

No longer spoken aloud 

This is the place where spirits cry 

Where words melt into the morass 

And love is written boldly 

On the surface of tears 

This is the place where grief lingers 

Where memories withhold 

And the scars of living 

Meld into the lines of death 

This is the place where hope clings

Refusing to let go 

Embracing every sunrise 

As if it were the first 

This is where love still resides 

Where peace reigns 

This is where hearts go 

When darkness roils 

This is where I face the winds 

Where I face the turmoil 

Untils the storms pass 

Until I return to me 

In the house of storms and silence 

Ron Simpson Jr.

June 7, 2025