Taciturn

Silence is the enemy,

Never too far away.

Other fears have begun to flee, 

Yet it seems to linger and stay.

Why must quiet fill the room

Every time I go to speak?

It's the cause of all my gloom;

So powerful, yet so weak.

I'll overcome my silent fear,

Not by force but determined choice,

Because the world's lacking is clear,

And a difference starts with one voice.