I
Have
Not
Said much in days.
Silence wraps itself around me
Semi-comforting me
As I lay brick after brick
With my bleeding hands
Waiting, cautiously,
Listening for sounds of an end.
I am almost afraid to breathe too hard,
Too fast…
My airway
Might catch a sob
And betray
Betray…
I
Have
Not
Smiled much in days.
There is a sullenness that goes
With dying slowly on a prolonged night
Balancing yourself on the joy pulsing in
A promised morn
Am I allowed to cry…?
Sacrifice after sacrifice
Learning the art of surrender?
But God…
Dear God,
My heart.
Sincerely,
*sigh*
UPSILAMBA!!! 
I love this writer, no doubt!
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Reading this left me feeling a bit emotional.
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Writing this left me drained
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I love this post
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When you’re trapped in the state caused by ostracism that you can’t express because of the ostracism,
Find solace in the fact that someone out there shares your silent solidarity.
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Ah, you’ve left me near speechless. For years it’s been exactly that… ‘Trapped in the state caused by ostracism that you can’t express because of the ostracism.’ And though ostracism will remain (it’s a blissful place), we learn as we move on, to appreciate esotericism.
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