my mouth had been closed for years
I lost my voice so I spoke with my tears
I spoke with my paper and pen
words were the therapist, poetry my friend
a bottle under pressure ready to explode
shaken time after time because I didn't know how to release the load
off my back, man in fact I thought it was the norm
ain't it crazy you never seek shelter because you're so used to the storm
but that was me & now I see that in my weakness
the little girl within went years going speechless
I won't lie, at times I wanna cry
like I said it's my tears that often testify
but I'm opening my mouth; I'm starting over
gotta move forward & get this weight off my shoulders
life had me on mute but I'm turning up the volume
I'm clearing up space, my gift has to make room
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