Use Your Voice

A Poem

By Sara WilsonPublished 3 months ago • 1 min read

I bared my scars to cold, blind eyes
and spoke of shame and pain
They all denied the broken bones
and refused to see the stain

...but strangers saw the bleeding wounds
they held my shaking hands
While those who shared my blood and name
refused to understand...

They turned the blame to save themselves
and said, "That's just our way."
They demanded grace they never gave
and washed the truth away

I fought the ghosts of starving nights
and blades that cut too deep
and now the court room of my mind
is falling fast asleep

I'm tired of holding up the truth
to those who will not see
If I don't stop shouting in the dark...
What will be left of me?

Will writers block consume the space
where trauma seems to bleed?
When I have nothing left to say...
Will my voice die or recede?

I love Ugly Things.

I try and be active AND interactive.

I write... whatever I feel.

Sometimes it's happy.. sometimes it isn't. But it's real. And it's me.

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