Cowards we are,
Lacking the courage to speak the truth.
Covering our deepest
Wounds.
Too ashamed of
the scars
to allow the wounds to
heal.
They sink within
Infecting a new self-identity.
We long for healing. But
No magic pill or lipo to instantly provide…
The cowards we are..
Makes Hope seem dangerous
So trade it for despair.
We chose what is safe
Only speak when we are sure we are not wrong.
Settling
To become a mannequin
Watch life stroll by
Through our clear prison wall.
