Silent secrets

I think there are millions of words

Jumbled up deep inside of me

They just swirl, surface and wait

For their unique sentences to be free


They are the letters of my past

That often hurt when read

They make up horrific words

That tell how often I bled


The current chosen format

My brain leaks poetry

The ever dripping tap

It is like it has to uncontrollably


My hands have to record

Typing or writing with speed

A cautionary tale of abuse

Listen to my story, heed!


Let the words trapped inside you

Be as free as your experience is

There is no worst loss than voice

Do not simply become his






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