I guess silence was just another armour of yours.
Your silence protected you from the double edged swords of the skeptics and the frost cold fingers of gossips...
You remained unfazed by the flowers that wilted and withered, never did you grieve them.
Instead you bore many more lovely buds in silence...
The winter might have laid its icy hands on you, forcing you to retreat, but I am sure you will bud and bloom again, yet again...