Voice (Be Heard) – A Poem

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Why are you
a goldenplate
at odd hours
serving nothing
but silence when
your voice is a 3 a.m
siren
a dam full of ravaging
water slammed into inertia
against the concrete wall

Why are you so
insisted of tying a noose
around your slender neck
holding back your wild heart
and keeping it at bay
by the delta of your soul
voiceless and unseen

Dear feeble hearts
and loud minds
    Be heard , love

For
        the truth isn’t your foe
when fallacy is.
Trish Destiny H.

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