Tamanna Ferdous Poet Free verse

Higher Enough To the Sky

“I am afraid. 
I am much too afraid to utter anything.” I said.
“And, why are you afraid? 
Can you explain exactly?” He asked.
“I am afraid of particularly this.
This whole concept of freedom of expression.
It never quite worked for me. 
It never really did.” I cleared my throat.

Words. Stronger words.
Bitter Words.
Words pouring with a similitude 
Of Bullets in Bulletin.
Words. Justified with every inch. 
Hurtful words.
It never quite worked for me.
It never really did.
Only the world turned into 
Something fearful.
Like a haunted nightmare.
And I kept on waiting.
For the drop scene…
Kept waiting and waiting…

“Don’t worry about them.” 
He spoke in a softer voice.
"It is never a story of them. 
They will either help or they won’t.
It is never about them. 
It is about the inner strength 
That we carry within us.
The words that get generated 
Within us through  hurts, through wounds
The words that we carry within us.
As a natural remedy. Within and Beyond."

He finished his sentence. 
And there was a long...long pause.
And words were pouring in italics again.
To hold the words again, higher enough to the sky.

January 10, 2021

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