Something was wrong.
I had an idea of what it was.
But I said “Impossible, how could this be?”
Whispers filled the room,
over here,
over there.
No eye contact was made.
Silence.
No one wished to speak.
But as long as my secret was with me I felt safe.

I was wrong. It was not safe.
I couldn’t hide what I felt,
I never usually could.
Tears streamed down my face like a river.
What for?
Like a snail I crawled into my shell.
Concealed from the world, where no one but myself could hurt me.
This silver thing glistened in my hand and with a smile,
my work was done.
It was like crimson red, flowed so freely.
I wish I was that free.
This was my only help.

The day faded and a new day was born.
Little did I know that trouble was knocking at my door.
Questions were asked.
A lot.
Harsh statements were made.
Laughter here and there.
Obviously, the cat was out of the bag.

That which is true surpasses time because it cannot be destroyed.
Just like our words...
They might torture, cage, and even ****** us.
But the one thing they cannot take is our soul.
Death will come,
but our words will never die.
Our soul will live on and resonate in others.
The words that we have spoken can never be taken.
Our soul will always be free.