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Tide

Silence is my refuge
denial is my sin
Trying to break down walls
but always pushed back in
My speechless voice
remaining therein
I open my mouth
but I don’t know where to begin
Resisting the words
as if forbidden
Shameful and contrite
I lower my chin
I cower and hide
always pushed back in
A running, rushing
tide within.



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