Traveling the dusty path of life Overwhelmed with so much strife Knocked down ten times by fear Carrying load of regret heavy to bear Staggering yet no one to hold For men around are after gold How could they see her worth When She could not see her worth
Toxic words as arrows pierce right through her Mockery whispers emanate from within her Should she stop traveling? lay in the sand sorrowing? For there is strength to move on No gumption to live on Suffocated by self depreciation For she got no validation
She was not meant to pass by To breathe a while and die they gave her no chance to stay believing she didn’t have a say
Today she is awake No more crying by the lake For its time she rises above her fears Far above the drowning ocean of her tears Today she steps out Erasing all doubt
She is not just passing by She is here for a purpose Carrying much gold on the inside Aware that she can no longer hide More than just a traveler She has a voice A voice the world needs to hear
Originally written on 19th February 2020 to all those who have been silenced by fear, failure or criticism , Its time to Rise ,it is time to shine,it is time to Live .
A thousand sparkles lit up the sky, All gleemed with excitement so high, Children, men, women, Looking upon, The sky so fierce with fear , Pouring down rain of fire, Ran , cried, screamed Silenced , Silence Remained .
They are The Quiet Ones you know who I mean The Ones who are silenced when they try to speak their minds The Ones other's lean on because they know the Quiet Ones won't say no The Ones who are separated from what they love and put into situations they don't want to be in because they fear the possible consequences if they break their silence
a different friend of mine found out I write.....this is the end result of that, but he gave me much more inspiration...
I was told I talk too much so I never made a sound My voice fading until buried six feet underground I was told I was annoying, that I should just shut up And people wonder why I'm so quiet I would try to speak over the ocean waves I gave up, no one interested in what I had to say My voice now but a whisper floating on the wind You wouldn't hear it unless you really listened. But no one did and no one ever would Because no one really cared about the girl and didn't see why they should.
I'm the girl that suddenly stopped talking because I felt like I was bothering people.
I hope one day when I collapse, and spread out a million pieces of life-burnt-ash, that then, maybe then, you’ll stop and Reflect, that I finally reached you, that I finally reached you
We are supposed to express whatever lies deep with In this chest But as soon as it get too much It’s end is abrupt And it is hushed And it is shoved Back into the recess of depression Of which it was born Of which oppression Will finally adorn Us who’ve been silenced Us who mourn
