Expression: The Power of Poetry
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When I spoke out
the world spared no glance;
drenched in solemnity, burdened with doubt,
I cursed in frustration at my hope of being heard.
A forgotten petition heedlessly posted,
reaffirmed my chilled feelings of doubt,
firmly searing public indifference,
and I struggled to erase its imprint from my mind.
Emptied, hollowed of all determination,
I sat and accepted the inequity of intolerance,
and shrank into the obscurity of silence.
When I spoke out
the world spared a passing glance;
empowered with confidence, encircled by strangers,
I held my position, immersed in the crowd.
Upon each sun’s breath on the dew-soaked dawn,
I cradled a fiery collection of words –
nouns, verbs, and nostalgic phrases –
while modest observers, motioning through mundane routines,
marveled at my quiet shadow, somehow resembling a monument
etched upon parchment.