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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