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Monday, May 23, 2011

Words Pile Up

Words pile up within me,
I want to speak, but
fear stitches my lips
with rejection’s thread.

Hell’s mantra, “Don’t speak”
keeps playing like a broken
record in my head.

Play it safe. You are good
at hiding your feelings.
You can find an excuse
for the melancholy.

Failure’s whisper flies
with its annoying wings
through my thoughts.
“You will never take a risk.”

Damn this mental warfare!
My insecurities have launched
an attack on every front.
I must fight to overcome them
or be content living as a
prisoner of war to my fear.


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