In childhood’s land, where dreams took flight,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Hid whispers lost in the dead of night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
With secrets kept, my lips sealed tight,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Carried along in shadows’ blight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A tender heart, aching to tell,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Of memories that cast a haunting spell.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But those words trapped in a hidden shell,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Locked away, where emotions dwell.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In playgrounds bright, where laughter soared,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I harbored fears I could not afford.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Each giggle echoed, each smile roared,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Yet silent pain within me roared.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The bruises hidden, scars unseen,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Behind a mask, a somber sheen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“My lips are sealed,” became routine,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Carrying a burden, silent and keen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The playground joys could not erase<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The memories I couldn’t embrace.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The shadows lingered, held their place,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My lips sealed shut, an unseen face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Yet time goes on, and hearts find ways,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
To heal the hurt of younger days.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“My lips are sealed,” no longer sways,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For in speaking out, the heart displays.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Now I break free from silence’s chain,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No longer held by childhood’s pain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
With open words, I break the strain,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And find my peace in the healing rain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The past still whispers, a distant sound,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But in speaking up, strength is found.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No more hiding on childhood’s ground,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My lips unsealed, a new life unbound.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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