Prompt #18

Look up a favorite poem, then take the last line and use it as the first line of today's post.

Ah you who are silent

Ah you who are silent. Why do you not speak? Say what you want. But you suffer and you swallow those words. the words fill your belly. You bloat. You can only hold it is for so long. There must be a release. How will it come out? It a burst of venom over something benign? In a scream to a passing driver for cutting you off?

I know why you keep it all in. Better to not hurt, to cause another to suffer. But things cannot change without communication. You have to speak. The words my hurt for a moment - like a sting. Think of the wound that you have opened in yourself. It can never heal by remaining silent.

Holding it all within. Do you think no one knows? We all do. We watch you grow frail. We watch you picking at your plate. It's depleting your soul.

Say it.

There is no way the aftermath can be worse than the hell you are putting yourself through. Listen to yourself. Be selfish for once. They are not holding back to protect you. Stand up for yourself.

There are things you want. Things you need. You don't have to deny yourself. You cannot take responsibilities for someone elses' behavior or actions. That is their damage. Sure it might embarrass you from time to time - but no one blames you. You can care for your own self easily, if you just make room for yourself.

You need to do it.

You wont be helping anyone by fading into oblivion