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The Freedom of Speech
My soul is crushed and heavy
Beneath the words I kept within
Weighed down it’s caged, it’s silent
A dark place of wondering
If anything could have changed.
Should I have said what's inside?
In my dreams, I speak them
I say all I wished to
But my nightmares are silent
Unspoken words drift around
Maybe everything would change
if I had the strength to speak
Would speaking them free me?
Would my soul be easy and light
Maybe the words will end me
Or I’ll accept my whole past
And next time I’ll speak freely
But one day my soul will be free.
Copyright ©
Harley-George Johnson
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