Fear/Break Loose/

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Poem – “UnSpoken”

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The sun has set and night has rise/ This is the time when the secrets come out/ Microphone in my hand as I walk through the streets/ Searching for the truth on things we dare not speak…

Amazed at how we go through the day with smiling faces/ While we hold the anguish of our issues inside/ Have we been given a muzzle to not talk about our problems/ Or did our status in society forbid us from speaking out

Daily searching for help to mend our reckless lives/ And then hide them under our blankets as we wail about these secrets at night/ Some of us presume that others are immune to tragedies so let me open your eyes/ Listen to this bedtime story as I magnify the truth and expose the lies

My tale begins at a high rise condo where a young woman lives/ Endowed with beauty that compliments her ambitions and success/ But can beauty cover up childhood scars or can success make up for past hurts?/ Yes we hear the good words she speaks but cannot hear the voice of suicide shouting inside/ Surrounded by people during the day but at night she entertains the company of depression and despair/ Secretly wants to yell out the truth to a listening ear but instead contemplates on facing her death tonight

Lies about ourselves can build a prison of turmoil and reconstruct our identity/ As we turn the page of this story to discover a young man who misplaced the truth with a distorted fantasy/ Hiding behind a suit and tie to show a saintly appearance but inwardly struggling with a strange passion/ Strange to admire another man in a way like a woman but society shouts accept it and do not hide it/ Afraid to confess the truth and refuse to get the awkward looks and side eyes/ But I fear that his lust for men will overtake him if the secret stays inside

Pages are continually turning in this story to reveal more heartbreaks/ I begin to read the face of a single mother clutching a broken heart in her hands/ Hard to express the anger felt when left to answer the call of parenthood alone/ Chastise by people for uncovering her body and despised by the man who defiled her body/ No love shown as society writes “misfit” across the forehead of her child/ Through her madness, I can hear her cry as the lies and bitter feelings take over her life

Trapped is a word filled with urgency and tension as it describes the next chapter in this book/ Where to go when the pain is invisible to the human eye but it is alive in your mind/ How can a person describe tormenting thoughts while treating it as a nonexistent thing/ Forcing prescription pills down our throats and experimenting with methods to keep from going insane/ No matter how hard you run, you cannot hide from yourself/ So we fold our arms and hold our peace as this terror inside goes on

Now this story can continue on because there are many secrets hiding in plain sight/ Did you or me ever notice the people we encounter are hurting but instead kept a blind eye/ Some wonder if they will have a chance to let it out and others just prefer to stay bound/ But the question stands if I am using my life to only be a slave to my problems

Holding up a persona of confidence to shield us from facing vulnerability/ Treating wounds as fleeting memories but the nightmares continue on/ But all us hold a key that will unlock the path to recovery/ It is not found in tangible things but in our mouths that screams out confession

Confessing the truth about our lives and surrendering the thorns that aches us/ Allowing ourselves to lean on someone’s shoulder and letting their prayers cry out for us/ Opening up our hearts to healing so we can shatter the lies that we portrayed before/ Yet that is only a dream because many are tricked to believe that no one will want to hear

Mouth closed to people but every word known to God/ Why do we wait for perfect timing or a safe place before we open up our hearts/ As soon as we utter the words suddenly they are cut off/ We see the sun rising to start a new day and the light will expose our secrets/ Rushing to cover our dark hearts because these secrets once again must shut up

Copyright 2020, ShuCora Walker

I hope you enjoyed this poem. This is from my first self-published poetry book: “Testimonies Of A Young Woman: Pieces Of My Journey” and you can check it out here if you are looking for something inspirational with real talk mixed in : Testimonies Of A Young Woman: Pieces of My Journey: Walker, ShuCora C: 9798550207628: Amazon.com: Books ….as always feel free to comment and make the most of your weekend! Talk to you next week peeps!”

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Hi..My name is ShuCora Walker. No, I am not the woman in the picture, but my words represent people like her. People who love good conversations. People who enjoy sharing their life stories. People who tell the truth to not only inspire but to heal, learn, and grow. I have been writing since my preteen years and found peace in letting my heart bleed out on the paper through my words. The focus of my writing has always been to share stories of triumph, struggles, and faith because God is the reason why I write. I remember at one point that I wanted to take my life, but God deemed it not to be because He still had a purpose for my life. Now, I am using my words to share my life journey so others can learn from it. Yes, one day I plan to open up this platform to other writers so we can continue to learn from different experiences of life. So, this is a space for anyone seeking to live a life of real freedom and enjoy some good moments along the way…


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