Twenty Five Years

Twenty Five Years
By Allie Marie

Twenty five years
and I’ve yet to learn to speak.
The world creates busy minds
with too quiet of speech.
Tears are an enemy
lost and unwritten.
Strength can turn
into an anchor of deception.
I am left to wait.
Somewhere there is a way to get this right.
Outside there is disguised laughter in the night.
The darkness brings hints of light.
We continue to draw lines.
I’ll be just fine.

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