Sunday, 2 November 2014

Mute Of Choice

Fills my small words
And drops in the well of voices.
Yet i know
I can raise my voice
Louder than any power
And break my silence.
Shatter it
Like glass under foot.
But my lips remain firm,
Barbed wire stretching the gap.
I am the secret keeper
Who tells none of her own.
I choose this,
In the shadows.
A mute of choice.
For when i speak
People listen.

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