A Pained Soul
In a moment of despair and pain I wrote this, so that I no longer carry this burden that threatened to break my spirit.
I'm not sure if I care anymore.
My thoughts are turned to introspection, searching my soul and assessing my life.
I want to be heard, I want my pains to be known, but I don't have the courage to make them known.
I wonder how long I will carry this load before it becomes too great, thus either spurring me to find comfort, or allowing myself to be crushed, and disappear from the world.
I look to find peace by searching for another soul as troubled as mine, but I find none.
I know they are there, searching for me as much as I am searching for them, but we cannot find each other behind the masks that we wear to hide our pains.
But no more will I remain silent.
No more can I keep my voice still.
If we are to find peace, we need to speak.
LET OUR VOICES BE HEARD so that those who hide may find us.
LET OUR VOICES BE HEARD so that we can break free.
Now I stand
Now I speak
And though I stand behind a computer's screen to give my message, I know I can now be heard.