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SILENCE

  • © Raphaela El caná Joyce Israel-Öbeñg​
  • Jul 27, 2018
  • 1 min read

​Silence with its ‘s’ that stings.

Holding you captive, bound your wings.

It burns into the pit of your soul.

Hungry for your words of wisdom

In this cold, loud silence fear is planted.

A single seed that will grow into a tree,

Bearing fruit of anger pain hate and jealousy,

Consuming you inside and out. Silence is a thief;

It comes not to sow but to reap.

To rip the foundation from beneath your feet. So I say to you

SPEAK.

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