Strong Resistance.

I'm held on the line. 
The heart groans and whines. 
Silence deafens.
Then unbinds. 

Forced to continue. 
Dragged through scorn and murk. 
The crowd builds from the silence. 
With taunts full of smirk. 

But still I stand proud. 
Take my stance on the block. 
Not willing to yeild. 
Be one of the flock. 

I'll wait forever. 
My chin held high. 
You can't grind me down. 
Nor make me sigh. 

For me times a healer. 
Now I've learnt how to sing. 
For you it's a weapon. 
That I'm immune to the sting. 

I'll stand here always. 
Tall and as proud. 
For me there's no shame. 
No mistrust to be found. 

I'm as open as Scrabble. 
With no tiles on the board. 
Could you say the same?
With the secrets you hoard. 

So what I'm saying. 
"what will be, will be". 
But in time. 
You'll face judgment. 
I'll always be free.