177. Silent Voice

The ancients spoke their gospel.
Inciting concretely, a voice be heard.
Why would a youngling challenge God?

Lifetimes were spent biting my lips,
Words praying the sounds would bolden,
Through the wounds I self-inflicted.

Only to have my heart pulled out of me,
This is how I learned to be blindsided.
Maxing my volume until tears broke them.

Time spent trying to heal to before.
Wishing to be forever much more.
But the dream had to be woken from.

Meeting through a vow towards quiet.
I learned to speak without a word uttered.
Knowing silence louder than any sound,
Signaling the hand of God to cut my string.

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