Breaking the Silence

I open my mouth to speak,
no sound comes out.
My young mind,
a whirlwind of thoughts,
and emotions.
I want to scream,
anything to break
the silence.

This silence is so deafening,
so dangerous.
Intentional,
encouraged,
it destroys pieces of my soul.

Protect him;
the secrets,
the lies,
the facade of a perfect family.

Under the surface,
evil,
darkness,
forbidden pleasure.
A child’s body
so young,
so innocent.

Years pass,
secrets uncovered,
lies untold,
the perfect family broken,
with a single gunshot.

Suicide.

So decisive,
and executed
with perfect intention.

No justice,
no closure.

Now, decades later,
I open my mouth again,
and I hear the sound of my voice,
as it resonates
in the darkness.

Searching for light,
searching for life –
My voice may shake,
but I will tell my story.

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