Mute...
I’m mute but I am not blind. Nor am I dumb.
I’m mute but my eyes, ears, soul, and mind are open and speaking loud to me.
I’m mute and I won’t speak again.
The time for talking is over.
I’m mute because it’s time for action.
And I can’t hear my mind’s plan if my mouth is open.
It’s too late.
So I’ll be mute and quietly assume the position I’ve always known to be true.
Qhearts23
~I.L.U.*

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PoetryPoems that I have written when inspriation hit, not really a poet but it helps when I need to relax or purge :)