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,
and 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 intended
certain and executed.
Not tentative,
like my voice.
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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