Poem: Silenced Self

Category: Poetry

Silenced Self

Silenced
Self
Way Too Long
Words &
Feelings
Kept
Inside
Hidden

Silenced
Self
Weighed
Down By
The Heavy
Burden
Created
Chaos
Inside

Silenced
Self
Swallowed-Up
Suppressed
Sorrow
Unable to
Comprehend
Needs
Unmet

Silenced
Self
Searching for
Love
Blurring
Boundaries
Between
Self &
Other’s
Feelings
Unable to
Untangle
Other’s
Feelings &
One’s Own

Silenced
Self
Played
The Game of
Compromise
Promising
Self
One Day
To Feel
Something
Inside
Self
Waiting for
The Moment to
Arrive
Though
The Day
Never
Seemed to
Come

Silenced
Self
Spent
A Lifetime
Searching For
The Moment to
Show-Up
Exhausted &
Broken-Down &
Alone
Decided
Not To
Wait
Anymore

Silenced
Self
Whimpered
Encased in
Fear
Whispering
The Roar of
Screams
Demanding to
BE
Heard &
Seen

Silenced
Self
Chose
Self &
Honoured
The Voice
Muffled
Inside
Provided
Safe Sanctuary
Inviting
The Words to
Take on
Sound
Listened &
Heard
Past Stories
Entangled
Feelings
Locked-Up
Giving
Permission for
The Volt to
Unlock

Silenced
Self
surrendered
Intentionally
Choosing to
Expose &
Excavate
The Hidden &
Transend
The Stuck
Pain into
Spectrum of
Feelings

Silenced
Self
Still
Learning to
Trust
Self

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