Holy Silence

I awoke in a holy silence from that darkened womb where I’ve remained a child. My eyelids shut tight, my ears sewn with a thread from a loom that I had made so long ago I’d forgotten why. Strewn about too are a collection of trinkets so cherished and worn, though I was told to worship them. And I heeded the command so eagerly, but mostly just when my masters watched. They said “otherwise you’ll be…