I cherish silence in solitude;
I'm drowning in thoughts deep.
I'm trying to get the voices of hue and cry;
I'm seeking to escape,
But I'm constrained.
Secrets are locked in a jail cell,
Like a prisoner trying to hide
And soak in these lyrics.
I'm transmuting still from shattered dreams within;
I traded pleasure for a hidden sin.
I looked in the mirror, and it reminded me
Of the memories of being touched by you.
I can't delete memories of sexual assault;
I knew the secret, yet I died in vain.
Hatred blooms;
I don't wish to set myself free from the bruises.
I'm scared of memories;
I'm self-imposed.
I know I'm somebody,
Yet I don't trust anybody
When I'm being abused.
I'm aware that we are all victims
In some way,
But I'm scared of memories.
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WHO CURSED YOU IN SILENCE?
PoetryAs I stood at the line of silence, death in my darkest days, a bird sang within me, "Who cursed you in silence?" It was the darkest days I asked myself. How am I going to change blue to purple? This question became the catalyst for my odyssey from s...
