Yet,

None of them can fill the slience

I want my voice back

Mountains

Moving
Oceans
Underneath
Never-ending
Talens
Angry voices
And
Inside out stomach flips
Nerves
Shivers and silence

she bravely writes her words as if she hasn't spoken in years,
she closes her eyes to the troubles of the world in hopes she can escape the traps of lies,
she wonders if they will come to save her but understands if they do the will find out just as she has there is no way out,

she will not speak unless spoken too,
only write what she is given permission too,
and only read the books she gives,

she will conform to society because it is the only way she has to know how to survive,
she would rather die than fight for her own rights,
she would rather become silent an, have saved her soul then lose the little light she has,
the little light she stole,

so I know it might not seem like much but she has been taught to hide her true intentions,

give her time,
she will surprise you,
because though she quiet she is not blind,
and they will all soon learn who she is behind close doors

Becoming the storm by Astra

Tears dropped precipitously on the ocean floor, Her eyes full of a glassy haze,
Her mind like a cave,
Written on the walls are stories of her soul told in images,
Her as a child laying in depths of the darkness alone yet not fearful,
Her as a girl young and wild full of energy in the glow of the sunlight,
Her as a woman petrified of the world yet controlling it from the castle of the land,
Broken and bruised yet someone brand new,
The tears have turned from dripping water to waterfalls, They say “when it rains it pours,”
Her soul combined with the earth creating,
An earthquake allowing the storms to illuminate her soul,
And come alive but not like others, to survive by,
Becoming,
Becoming the storm

My skin tingles as I imagine what it’s like to be touched with love,
Hand once unkind or maybe they weren’t hands but eyes,

Eyes that burned my skin,
As fire arises I wonder if this is what it’s like to burn alive,

I remember the way you looked at me,
Starring your fiery eyes and begging me to want you,

But deep down I knew that the man across the room,
Would love me to life,

Instead of saying he loved me while watching me as I cried begging for my life