I was told to stop writing.
To cease the flow of my words on paper with pen.
I was told to take a break.
To force my thoughts behind a wall
Like a dam forced to hold the waves of Niagara Falls
I was told to end my voice
My opinions
My views
Because they were distracting
Inconvenient
They kept me from where I needed to be
But you're wrong
My words
My thoughts
My opinions
Are the bricks in the road to take me where I'm going
And where I'm going, is precisely where I need to be
My fears will guide my footsteps and my beliefs will aid my judgement
My opinions will open up doors and my views will break down walls.
To stop my words and thoughts would be to bottle the oceans.
No matter the effort
Or the time
It can never be done.
I was told to stop my words
But more importantly?
I was told to fight for what I want
For what is right
And what I want, what is right,
Is a river full of words