I’m sorry I’m quiet,
I just don’t know what to say.
It is harder now.
I know of the pain,
Recommending that we stop,
Set sail and change ports.
My sentences fall as
Insecurities censure
Every waking thought.
We are closing up,
Cementing our chosen ways.
Finding peace in ours.
Fulifilling our needs
For once, reaching to lift us,
Higher than before.
We are not your rocks,
Stepping stones to a future
We are vacant from.
No, we choose to speak.
We state in our eloquence,
We are so much more.
For we know too well,
Silence is surrendering.
Our free will is ours.
Moonlit Poetry 