Break

To the ones who never made it out

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Speak up!

They say, loosen your tongues—

and free your heart.

Use your words… you hear;

Build bridges… break some—

reignite engines.

Yet…

All this while,

Like light under a bushel—

We have dimmed.

Our innate abilities…

to speak,

to hold conversations,

to express.

The balls of light and dark—

that have yarned within our core…

At our peak,

but still as babies—

A struggle.

To let loose…

and to hold back.

We remain heavy—

Laden with bags of pride,

the happy,

and the ugly.

For to speak…

is to break.

To let loose…

or be free.