there was a time when my camera
did not follow me everywhere,
when a notebook and pen were
not always by my side.
there was a time when
silence was my companion,
not of words but of mind and soul.
there was a time i did not speak.
not the simple words of speech
but of soulful verses that would
so painfully push against my chest
wanting to escape and which
flowed instead in painful pulses
through my head and chest.
there was a time i was blind
to the beauty my eyes pretended
not to see,
my soul pretended
not to feel
there was a time
my soul died alone wondering
why it had existed if its voice
was to be suffocated in the
chokehold of my life.
there was a time my soul
decided it was best to die
than to live in silence,
caged by my feeble
choices, drowned
in presumptuous lies.
there was a time
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