Silence

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Those moments when we hold our tongues as to no not incite those who need no reason to instigate. 

Whether we are scared of them, ourselves, or the consequences of retaliation, we fall to fears greatest tool

Silence

At some point or another, Fear has controlled us.

 We walk like normal, talk like normal, even put on fake smiles just to look Normal.

 "Nothing is wrong," we say. "We are fine"we say.

 Truth being though, we sit here in

 Silence

Everything is not OK.

I have a secret and its here to stay. 

No one can know that I am afraid

So i go on playing this Charade

Comfortably Silent

What is this? 

An uplifting feeling that had started in my gut, has passed my heart and made it to my mind. 

A light that cast itself through the veil of Fear's Shadow. 

I can see the shackles holding me down, and the cage that keeps me in. These, the restraints of 

Silence

Ive been here so long its felt so natural.

I am reminded that at one time I was Free

Freedom?

A word hard to remember what it means,

I'm finding it even harder to accept that it used to apply to ME

Before, I was

Silent?

Sitting here i am a statue, exterior shut down

Inside thoughts race, Heart pounds 

Confused i try to harness sound 

Words caught in my throat as the shackles shorten and the cage closes in.

Im becoming claustrophobic in my own body

yet still 

silent

Pressure building

Time Slowing 

Sensory at Max

i can no longer sit here Relaxed

Rip the Shackles, Tear the Cage

ENOUGH 

with being silent.