My policy was one of silence;
A muteness that sprung from
A fear of rejection.
In silence I waited, and I watched
As opportunities passed me by.
So I broke the chains of speechlessness,
Spoke my mind
And grasped at possibilities
Only to have myself broken
Like the chains that once bound me.
Silence smothered,
But speaking shattered.
Either way I lost.
As I sink into silence once again
I find myself questioning:
Is silence as golden as they say?
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I have much more to post. About work yesterday, my sermon, and camp. Hopefully I'll be able to write soon, but for now, just another poem.
Oh, and lest anyone wonder... This poem has absolutely nothing to do with me preaching my sermon.
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