The Gnarled Mouse

You may

Shut me up

Break my will,

Imprison me,

just because you

disagree

with

my

beliefs.

You may

Guard me,

like a hawk

holding an insignificant mouse

in

its

bloody

claws.

You  may

Tell me I am wrong.

You may

believe it.

But-

You may not,

You cannot

Break my will,

tear my spirit

And assemble its pieces into your own ideal creation.

You may weaken my body,

but you cannot weaken my soul.

And…

Although you may think

that

my

mind

is

gone,

my will broken,

that I am “cured”

I am just biding my time.

I know when your claws will relax,

And then I will surge,

Undauntable,

And never may your talons threaten my spirit again.

Because;

Your sterile white walls,

Your placebo drugs,

CANNOT

SILENCE

MY

SOUL.

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BabblingBaboons

This poem is from the point of view of someone forced into treatment for an eating disorder, but I can imagine it applying to many people who have been forced to do things against their will of whose voices have been mitigated. It's meant to be yelled out loud and to give strength. Enjoy!

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