The Deafening​ Silence

As she sat at her laptop, she paused for a while.

She was talking a whole lot without even opening her mouth.
Her fingers now moved faster across the keys,
Some might call it a skill
But she called it a handicap.
Her ability with words was slowly turning her speechless/
She wrote now, for others;
She spoke, for others'
She spoke, when her fingers flew across the keys.

Her space, as she called it, was right there.
It was when technology sat by her bedside when no one else did..
She did reach out to many, but that was in her 'virtual' space
In the physical... It was her and the damned device.

As her thoughts grew louder and louder
Her voice grew softer and softer.
She had so much to say
But no one to listen.
If someone were here would they want to listen?
She wasn't sure anymore if she could speak as easily and freely as her thoughts flowed.
No 'backspace', no 'delete' buttons, that she had grown so accustomed to.
As time passed she resigned to it,
She knew she would have to accept it,
She would gradually come to terms with the deafening silence!