My vocal chords have been
Tied and gagged for years,
At any cost, to keep the peace
Though muting truth and fears.
Those tyrannous lies kept
My tongue with guard of gun
Prodding it each time I wept
In regret for deceit spun.
And there you sat, open eyed
With your honest heart displayed
Pleading for the truth, and I,
For my conscious ardently prayed.
Voice wavering, ropes severed
The truth escaped and freedom found
And all peace for which I'd endeavored
In bravery, was mine abound.
| This touched me because it really hit home with a particular instance in my life that recently occurred. I had been hiding something for essentially my entire life, since the age of 8. -I'm 20, almost 21, now. You are right; it is always such a liberating feeling to unleash what you have been holding back. I know the feeling personally. It feels all the more better, as well as painful at first, when you leave the fear behind.|
My apologies, I began to blab about my situation. Shutting up. In short, this work was impressive and holds a lot of truth, especially concerning heavy situations.
"Guard of gun" was confusing at first I must say, personally; however, after reading the whole thing, I made connections throughout the whole piece. Regret can be powerful, powerful enough to push one to finally reach for the longed for peace.
Thanks for the indirect support.
|| Posted on 2009-10-13 00:00:00 | by misschalloner | [ Reply to This ] |