Tuesday, March 07, 2006
Unspoken Words
Sometimes, I feel like I need to restrict the way I speak. It feels like there's something lodged in my throat. I can't swallow it down, nor spit it out. Instead, it's stuck there, neither in or out.
It feels... painful. Suffocating.
Unspoken words. How powerful would they be if spoken out loud? Friendships damaged, reputations ruined, truth painfully told.
We are afraid of losing those that we love, and so, we keep quiet. We do not take risks. We leave our words unspoken.
Anger, pain, sorrow... all these get built up higher and higher, the emotions intense. Yet still we say nothing. We keep it all inside, thinking everything will just go away... but it doesn't.
I hate restricting what I say sometimes, but I know I must keep my mouth shut. For the sake of not angering others, for the sake of pleasing others, for the sake of keeping the peace.
So every day I come home, a bundle of angry and pained words lodged in my throat. They are desperate to escape, but I keep them trapped inside. I want to shout, and release this neverending burden.
Instead, I cry into my pillow at night. I hope for truth, for release, and I dream. When I wake up in the morning, with words waiting to come out, I shall keep them imprisoned once again. Words will get stuck in my throat again, and I suffocate for a while. Then I'll cry at night, and I dream. And my words remain unspoken.
It feels... painful. Suffocating.
Unspoken words. How powerful would they be if spoken out loud? Friendships damaged, reputations ruined, truth painfully told.
We are afraid of losing those that we love, and so, we keep quiet. We do not take risks. We leave our words unspoken.
Anger, pain, sorrow... all these get built up higher and higher, the emotions intense. Yet still we say nothing. We keep it all inside, thinking everything will just go away... but it doesn't.
I hate restricting what I say sometimes, but I know I must keep my mouth shut. For the sake of not angering others, for the sake of pleasing others, for the sake of keeping the peace.
So every day I come home, a bundle of angry and pained words lodged in my throat. They are desperate to escape, but I keep them trapped inside. I want to shout, and release this neverending burden.
Instead, I cry into my pillow at night. I hope for truth, for release, and I dream. When I wake up in the morning, with words waiting to come out, I shall keep them imprisoned once again. Words will get stuck in my throat again, and I suffocate for a while. Then I'll cry at night, and I dream. And my words remain unspoken.
i know that i have loved you ... at 11:35 PM
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