Category : Poems
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Where is my voice when I need it the most? The words that need said get stuck in my throat.
Have I learned nothing from misery and pain? Am I destined to exist in silent disdain?
Do I stay quiet in order to keep the peace? Or let it all out, making some people weep?
So many times, it's on the tip of my tongue. So many words I have left unsung.
Maybe I'm fearful of what I might say. The tongue is a sword and hearts it can slay.
Words can say much, but silence says more. Keeping it in is becoming a chore.
How can I break it, this silence I hold? How do I speak without being cold?
The answers elude me, my silence remains. A war within me, a constant pain.
A day will come when I'll speak my mind. My voice will come and I'll be fine.
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Maurice Beres
If you can speak out as beautifully as you write it is important to express your feelings to those you care about 🦋Internalizing can tear you upOne thing you might try is responding to them in writing 🦋this was helpful to me when I had the same issue 🦋keep writing You’ve got a gift🦋🦋🦋
Apr 30, 2019
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