Fear/Break Loose/

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!”