Those bouts of doubts
Don’t suppress them, address them.
Don’t speak to them, speak with them.
You can risk brushing away that stupid thought
That suggests you can get away with an
“I was misquoted.” expression,
When fleetingly acknowledging them at a convenient hour.
For you can’t pretend to
Not have heard your ‘inner’ voice,
Over and over again
Till the apparently feeble voice confronts you
In rebellion, from civil unrest –
Of voices oppressed,
Probably a yearning plea sprouting into
A voice that crosses all decibels.
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 12:47 PM UTC
Those bouts of doubts
Don’t suppress them, address them.
Don’t speak to them, speak with them.
You can risk brushing away that stupid thought
That suggests you can get away with an
“I was misquoted.” expression,
When fleetingly acknowledging them at a convenient hour.
For you can’t pretend to
Not have heard your ‘inner’ voice,
Over and over again
Till the apparently feeble voice confronts you
In rebellion, from civil unrest –
Of voices oppressed,
Probably a yearning plea sprouting into
A voice that crosses all decibels.
Acknowledgment of one’s thoughts, fears, desires, is a must if one seeks to be sane for the major part of her/his lifetime. They aren’t opinions or feeling that die, they may fall to the deepest depths of your welled up thoughts, memories and anticipations, only to bounce back and stare you in the face in a ghastly version of itself.
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