Our voice rarely speak our thoughts
A true voice is the one that can be silent
And yet talk about honesty
How many days you felt lost
With infinite questions
vibrating along your spine
Leaving you without balance
How many days you felt scared
Holding back
Looking for a place to hide and to never be found
How many days you woke up to a dark day
Your tense body and cold flesh
Looking for refugee
But never got to say “I need you”
Our voice rarely transmit the voice of our heart
Our voice rarely speak our thoughts
A true voice is the one that can be silent
And yet talk about honesty
Our voice
Not only words, but emotions
Your entire self
Why can’t we let ourselves emanate through it? Why?
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