L. Murphy
The Silent Song of Self-Esteem Quiet within. A voice that needs so desperately to speak, speak, yet still silent of words to say, “to thy self be true.” Is it a sin to have the talent to speak but say nothing— afraid, scared? Nervous to do anything, worried about what others may think, shying away from society for so long. Tears following each other down a still, pale face of constant concern about another person’s opinion. The silent song of self-esteem. The killer of dreams. A promised future to behold and to care for— speak, speak like a sumac of far and wild ranges of syllables expressed inside to be pushed out— YELL! YELL OUT LOUD! SING! SING above the silence of ignorance that’s no longer in charge. The silent song of self-esteem has left the building once and for all.
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