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SILENT ECHOES
She was a crow A fountain of ideas and creativity. But I was her reality. She was everything I dreamed of, But I was her worst nightmare. A tortoise, in a tunnel, buried in my shell. Life was a living hell for this friend I created. She was the me the world couldn’t see. I broke her wings, the scars still stings. I was just five and a little bit shy. Before I turned seven, Church was a safe haven. In my Father’s house, I could be as shy as a mouse. Was that why I was an easy prey for the predator Who robbed me of my innocence so early? Did my timidity drive him on? You were livid that day. I cried for help but those words never left my mouth. I felt ashamed, dirty and scared. When you screamed, ‘NO!!’, I could only murmur it. I should have let you out from the start. But that's who I was, you I couldn't be. We grew up with blurry vision and bottled up passion. Each time you tried to make me glow, I burned instead, Writing for another to perform. That's so me. At ten, I finally took the stage.. I watched you from the spotlight, You stood still with the crowd. I knew I was screwed the moment I bowed. You were gone and my confidence drowned. That day I tore away a piece of me Still, I found my kind, And slowly, I learned to be you; Young, daring, unafraid to speak With the pen and paper, Each day, I grew louder and bolder. To them, I was a fountain. To me, I was you. Friend, were you angel or an echo? Do you guard another shy child now? Tell them: do not hide. Give them no peace Till they've said their own piece. Our silence is both a shield and sword.
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