The peril of hanging on
The fear of being held back
The demons that honesty lead on
To a truth that needs to hide
Until deemed acceptable
We speak in volumes
How we speak says volumes
I woke in the middle of a storm
Hoping to sleep some more
I wish not to catch the wrath
Of mobbing raindrops
Softening the asphalt road
The same I avoided for so long
Held this breath in forlorn
Torn by this pitch deck to belong
And by the core of everything I've sworn
To hold close as I'm due
To be heard in this volume
I chose to be silent
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