Silenced
Be Heard

What wasÂ
andÂ
what isÂ
now,
together blend.
We’re left
with
what’s now
wondering,
just how…
We arrived?
We allowed?
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What now
remains,
where it’llÂ
lead,
we’re scared.
Some pray.
others
may not,
hopeÂ
still remains.
We’re lost.
We’re afraid.
Some blame.
Others
take actions.
Fear
motivates all.
We’re  running
scared,
we’re hiding
captive.
We want
change,
but we
remain silent.
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A closed mouth doesn’t get fed, but neither does it get heard!
What wasÂ
andÂ
what isÂ
now,
together blend.
Were left
with
what’s now
wondering,
just how…
We arrived?
We allowed?
Deadly silenceÂ
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Yes, we allow too much by trust in our parents during the early days, however ill-earned that trust was and yes, we remain silent not to hurt people (or get fired...) Again, simple words saying so much. Love your handle on things...
I really appreciate the feedback and compliment. Most of my writing comes from personal experience, I’ve yet to learn a lesson an easy way.Â
Wecan shake hands on this one too, only the 3 years of my 63 have been easy going hard work, I made a bad choice in parents (and my wife an even worse one), but we overcame 🎉
We’ll talk about inspiration and feeling there is hope :) . I had a couple bad apples along the way before my fiancĂ© now that I’ll never feel I deserve . It’s good to hear through it all you rose above and overcame. Cheers, to 2023 being beat year yet . ~RobÂ
Yes, make it so - we work hard at it. In our case: on the wife's side there is a Jewish heritage on the father's side and het mother was in a Japanese concentration camp during WWII. My parents had some bas WWII experiences as well (liberated and a heavy German bombardment the next day, killing 3 friends of my father and destroying the neighbourhood. Their family history was also not too good and they were too different: my father was bourgois and my mother turned artist during her life (strongly feminist). I lost a twin brother in the womb and have never for a single second felt complete(ly) in this world (check out Vanished Twin Syndrome). But, yes, the wife and me, we save each other over and over again.