silence, storms, and still water

My silence spoke louder than you ever did. You couldn’t stand it. Silence – it scared you; you couldn’t stand still. You didn’t want to see the things it made clear. You always had to keep moving; always inching away from yourself. Scared of your reflection; always distracting yourself. But I stood still; and kept the waters clear; so clear and still that your reflection shined back. You hated that. You said I was a calm lake; and you a raging storm. But storms always pass dear, and still water doesn’t stay still for long.