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The Mute Part of Me
Part of me is mute: it's chosen silence.
It's emotions and storms make me angry.
I try to shake the words out its mouth,
Force it to tell me it's darkest secrets
But I know the words will never come out.
Ugh, I go and sit on its garden bench,
Watching the irises sway in the wind,
The gentle breath will bring calm answers.
I have to accept this part of me is
Different to how I wanted it to be.
Lost Voices
Bubbles
A bucket spilling over with joy
Glittering tops with sequins
Flying through space at the speed of light
All of it jutting out my mouth like bird song.
If only I had known people would accept me here.
I never would have let them beat it out of me there.
About the Creator
Green Glasses
Neurodiverse poet writing about the world around them.
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