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Her Voice


I let the words consume me 

like a tidal wave

crashing over me

I allow the words to guide me 

through the doubts

the lies 

the liars

I know I must speak 

though fear holds me back 

I know the words spoken will quide me to 

the truth

to sanity

to hope

 

So I speak

not for the benefit of me

but for the benefit of others 

those who can not muster the courage

who have been silenced 

the words slither like a snake

with the sharpness of a blade

the beauty of a sunset

they fit in my mouth 

like a home they've belong to all this time

I use the power hidden deep down

starved of life 

after shut down

relentlessly 

I speak so others can 

 

 

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