Monday, September 4
there are such things, that we all know, but never choose to express in words
there are things that we know from the bottom of our hearts
but because we are individuals bound by the cords of collectivism
we forget the words to say
how we truly feel
abandoning the sense of self in blind loyalty to a group
there are such things
in which we struggle
we alienate ourselves in our solitary battles
by which we are victimized
yet we are not victimized by anything other than ourselves
our placing of hopes and dreams in fragile vessels
chaining ourselves to desperation
the heart is in turmoil when we place first the values of a group
to which we attach no worth
except for the fear of being isolated
a group in which humanity is dead
and what lies is a mere corpus of iron trusses and complex structures
there lies no life in metal
a rock is not conscious of its own existence
a shadow cannot scream across the nothingness of an obsidian abyss
a heart does not bare itself in fear of being wrenched apart and shattered
a thought cannot be broken unless it first takes form
and these are the words we never choose to say
the word masked by protective walls
out of fear that what humanizes us will be stripped away
a fear so consuming that it taints the thoughts it has sworn to protect
that as they are being encased, they are also being crushed
there are such things
that lie deep down in our hearts
they are the truths buried under the avalanche of lies and mockery
they are the things
we bury under the ground
in hope of conserving what little we have to hold on to
they are the wings of an eagle
that we never choose to spread
afraid to let the wind catch us lest we soar
there are things that we know the words to express
but we never choose to say them.
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