Perhaps
there
I see a
day
I shall
say it.
Shout it.
Scream it.
Or whisper
it.
This day
my voice
Will know
the volume
As it
finds the ears
Those
need the words.
The words
that
have been
pending
to be heard.
I shall
say them
Even if
the voice shakes
But it’s
the shaking
That means
it’s worth.
I shall
say it
Because
the moment
Will not
be stolen
However
It will
convince me
To surrender
it over
gladly.
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