BY FIDELMA SAEVARU
I used sit in silence.
Watch from a tiny distance.
Pretend I was deaf to the things I heard.
Wished I was blind to the stuff I saw.
Denied strong emotions to what I felt.
That was before.
Today I know the plight of silence.
A bashed-up wife,
A beaten daughter,
Son out of control,
Family in chaos,
Community in detest,
Stranger in the neighbourhood,
Item of gossip groups.
Those are the ripples of silence.
Tomorrow, I gain my voice
My ears all hearing,
My eyes all seeing
My feelings attentive,
My mind discerning,
My tongue filed.
Master Silence I no longer tolerate.
To him I cease to bow.
His reign I will forever end,
A captive I shall be no more.
Silence me not.
I have gained my voice for sure.
Setting me free and others too.
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