Lift my voice and I’ll be heard, my soul will release
Those carefully orchestrated words of wisdom,
Held within so long, waiting the right time to please,
Stirring up lost emotions to regain freedom.
Hearing my inner voice of promises unfilled
Whispering just one more thing with each passing year,
Just like my childhood secrets forever sealed,
With contents spilling into nothing but a blur.
Today’s sounds of silence may be hard to swallow
As my yesterday’s voice dissolves into thin air,
Leaving not even a tear to show my sorrow,
Time will pass, moving it along without a care.
Screaming silent voices, thinking I can’t be heard
Realizing deafening sounds vibrate the ground,
With my feet, moving only one small step forward,
Trying to keep from making any extra sound.
After the long, practiced and poised desolate walk
I make it to the podium, with script in hand,
Just to be at a loss for my awaited talk,
Selfishly noticing there was no place to land.
Wishing for only a perfect easy escape
Realizing at best, I need to act and play dead,
Yet I survived, with merely a bruise and a scrape,
And the hidden scar of the voices my head.
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