You didn't give me shelter.
You gave me a cage.
You gave me whitewashed walls and
called it a home as I walked warily
on eggshells.
Yet I learned to crave the quiet.
I preferred to live in silence versus
hearing one of them crack.
The sound of them shattering
was somehow as loud as your palm
against my face.
AO Poetry 
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The last line…it hit home for me.
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Existing in silence is one of the most paining feelings. The internal pull of should I stay or should I go? The magnitude of questions that filter in our brains and how it makes our soul ache. Great piece, its short but it says a million words. I also write poetry, if you ever get a chance, stop on by 🙂
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