They sewed my mouth shut and left me here
With nothing but a view of distant mountains
Out of my little barred window
And I’m screaming but the thread won’t break
Scratching but the walls are solid rock
All this time I thought they weren’t even real
But now I’ve drawn little pictures all over them
And the ink stained both the walls and my skin
Sometimes I hear a person’s footsteps outside the window
They never say anything, just stay and wait
And then leave when they realize I’m not talking
And even though I’ve found the end of this thread
I can’t bring myself to tear it out and say something
Only because I know it will hurt like hell when I finally do
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We’re now a week away from 2020, any resolutions for the new year? What about for the new decade?
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The Light is On 
4 responses to “Little Barred Window”
Holy hell, one of your loudest ones so far! 😉
I only have one resolution. To do better than any year before.
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Thank you, glad you thought so (: also that’s a damn good resolution!
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We’re often trapped within ourselves, the original imprisoned by fear, anxiety, shame, trauma, etc. We want to speak, though we fear not only hearing our own voice but how others will react.
As for a resolution, I have one every day, to be better than today and yesterday.
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Agreed.
That’s a resolution I think we all should strive for. Cheers (:
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