Silence because no one will come near me. Because colleagues know that I know that performing the charade of an interview, before their appointing of a job that doesn’t exist (whilst bypassing eligible candidates) was unfair. The trade union are on my side. Because they know that I am angry, and that this anger is justified. They don’t dare to face me.
Silence, because I can’t be bothered anymore. I am not doing anything at work beyond what I must. Silence because I am working to rule. Because there is no point in asking me to do anything extra for you. Silence because all of my duties may be performed online. Because I need not speak to anyone.
Silence, because I am too exhausted not to be. Because the controlling the flood of anger and sadness and despair and suicidality; the begging for help; the trying to be calm with those who have done nothing wrong, has broken me. Because no matter how long I sleep, the legarthy is no less. I am as glass. Shattered glass.
Silence because I have nothing to offer to God anymore. My words are choked by tears; the emotion has been spilled. Silence because God says nothing in return.
Silence, because God is silent.