Free My Soul

Showing emotions,

shows weakness.

At least, so I was told.

I cried,

Silently and unseen.

I seethed,

a smile on my face

A façade –

To detract from the wicked light,

the one that burned in my eyes.

Always smiling,

I tired.

Needed to scream,

but not a clue how to howl.

Pen in hand,

Eyes closed

I traveled to my sanctuary,

Opened my box of secrets

Let the words flow.

I was free.


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