In a world of whispers, yet untold,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My lips are sealed, the stories hold.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Deep in my heart, a hidden bruise,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Childhood echoes, a silent ruse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The playground laughs and childhood fun,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But shadows lingered when day was done.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In innocence lost, a heart confined,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Unspoken fears within my mind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Words unspoken, wounds concealed,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My lips are sealed, not to yield.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A past that haunt, a heavy load,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In silence, the pain corrodes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Each laugh, each smile, a fragile veil,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Hiding the past, an untold tale.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In tender years, a heart was scarred,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Buried memories, heavy guard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Yet in this silence, there’s a chance,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
To heal the wounds, learn to dance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
With gentle steps and words that heal,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Break the silence, true hearts reveal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In time, the whispers find a voice,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My sealed lips now make a choice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
To seek the solace, break the chain,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And let the past no longer reign.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For healing starts when truth’s revealed,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No longer trapped, no longer sealed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Through love and care, the heart finds ease,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Childhood traumas, put to peace.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
by Walking Shadow Poetry Kenya.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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