Listen

The sounds of my thoughts transcend to a sword,
that flaps in my mouth, igniting a war.
It trickles your ears
as my mind you hear
while my sacred knowledge
now conquers your fears.

The sounds of my thoughts are somewhat absurd,
they scream in my head, mute songs mouthed unheard.
Their lyrics are brave
transmitting airwaves
while swaying the doubts
that kept you enslaved.

The sounds of my thoughts I must now accept,
be true to myself, old memories swept.
Inhaling the fumes
as my life resumes
with no sense of doom
new stories assumed.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

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