Silence

      

     Picture credit: Denise Saint Arnaul.           

By Olajumoke Kareem

Screaming in loud whispers,

Suddenly became an observer,

I drowned in solitude with gratitude. 

The tenderness in my voice speak with magnitude,

The echoes of my breaths were always louder than my voice. 

 

Years of quietness. 

No one to turn to, not a single soul.

Communication now requires education.

My voice barely a vibration ,

As if learning how to speak again. 

I  memorize lines before communicating them,

Prayed for the courage to let them out. 

And when i do, the sound feels sour to my hearing. 

I replay the my words in my head over and over again,

Wishing to turn back the time and say it differently. 

 

Trust now  feels like  a disgust,

Keeping it  inside is more peaceful than ever,

I will rather remain mute, than face deceit,

I will continue to remain hidden, unseen, and unknown,

No one will judge a shadow with no figure. 

 

I didn't want this.

I didn't want to hide in my invisible mask.

I just wanted a normal life!

I wanted to be a normal person. 

Living my days free from world's issue. 

 

I still dont want this, i want to be heard!

I want my thoughts to ignite and roar with pride.

The masks of my hidden emotions unmasked,

The world to see beyond my mere existence,

And be free from the cage of void tranquillity.

 

Silence is not my license to success. 

Silence is violence.

Silence is not freedom¡

I want to break free.

And I will be free!