I used to walk comfortably within
     the     spaces     between     phrases
Taking time to rest during conversation

                                        pauses.

Finding them to be places where I would
   collect
                                 my
                                            scattered
                thoughts

I was at peace in those places
A little scornful of those who felt the need to
filleveryspacewithwordslestsilenceoverwh elmthem

Yet now those moments of quiet do not offer comfort
They are a trap for my mind
Catching my tongue, stealing my thoughts
Leaving me alone, struggling as
                                           the
                                           weight
                                           of
                                           silence
                                           descends

I must relearn the art of speech-rest
Allow it not to rob my of ideas, but
   to cleanse my mind of unnecessary information
   and allow the ever-moving current of my thought-process
   to rest in the eddies of quiet contemplation