Speak

Speak those words engraved on your tongue.

They are not meant for a cement stone.

Clear the cobwebs in your throat.

Scream with your lungs-not your mind.

You are not a prison.

Your body's not a jail cell.

Loosen the locks and be.

Statues are not humans.

We are not rocks.

Now talk.

The depth of you is deep,

but far from hallow.

Why hold yourself in?

This dull world needs your beauty.

You are not glass, but a covered painting,

a book bolted shut.

Don’t let your pages fade,

and let the wind take the burden of the dust.