Words expressed normally comes naturally, but yet I’m sitting down here no words from my mouth only whispers around. Grunting shackled spurting dispute, a debate against truth and tales.
Mental binding bonding an invisible tall dark soul, hovering consuming into my body silencing my lips with the story that needs to be told streaching my words over distance.
Freedom is fright, I can't run for shelter yet I walk. I capture this lost one inside in the hope I’m saving another from its darkness so I inhale capturing once more, consuming the strength for it to carry forward. The words so deep, holding back seems too easy. If I were to speak truth what would that dark shadow do, silence seems to be the only freedom to fear, and to free fear is to freed the silence.
About the Creator
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I'm a gal with a troubled past. Poems have always been a passion of mine I had my first poem published at 6 . Poetry has so many depths and forms, I like to take my pain, loss and experiences to hidden depths through expressive poetry.
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