It can be scary to speak up
To voice my truth
Because often the moment I do
It changes, evaporates, dissipates
What once occupied my feelings, my thoughts
Is now gone
It is scary to speak up
To voice my truth
Because the moment I do
The story disappears
And all I am left with
Is a silence and an emptiness
Taking up the space
Where my thoughts have been
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Author:
byyvette (
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Comments4
Well I'm not scared to voice my truth
So here it is
Thoroughly enjoyed reading this
A poem that tickles the mind with thoughts of the ethereal. Well written
Many are scared to speak the truth, I say from my experience if you want the healing to start you have to speak the truth however difficult, nicely expressed and written
No the moment you do it remains in some form. What’s once spoken always remains!
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