i am a woman built of words it is not natural comfortable intuitive for me to tie my tongue tightly to choose silence to be

Reclaiming my inner badass at 50
i am a woman built of words it is not natural comfortable intuitive for me to tie my tongue tightly to choose silence to be
words sit thick in my mouth a peanut butter and regret sandwich that i can neither swallow nor expel onto the empty plate a stasis
Shhhhh. . . put your hand on my trembling heart listen into my silence midnight blue velvet reach into my stillness deeper than you have
once I whispered my truths to the unfeeling dawn unheard unacknowledged my words began to build up choke me and in that stifling silence I
I will not be silent I will not maintain the peace I will say the ugly words out loud and I will not flinch Murder
words some days my savior some days my hell dissolve into fragmented syllables and lonely letters that I cannot reassemble back into meaningful wholes I
Christine Ray In a room so still and silent That it hurts Stark white walls Razor sharp edges Etch my soul Draw blood That drips
silence is the boon companion of shame I am tired so very, very tired of silence of shame weighing me down pulling at my shoulders dragging
darkness washes over me spilled black ink viscous puddles on my skin like oxygen-rich blood iron-tinged air darkness an icy breath on the back of