It requires bravery
Certainty and a real song to sing
To say, shout what you’re thinking
Does it mean anything?
I’m tired of being told to shut up
Wrestled down, kicked in the mouth
When words mean nothing
Trite and uninteresting
I’ll leave the stage I imagined
Embarrassed by my attempt to challenge
The golem of my doubt
Like most everyone else
My words will stay
In my mouth
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Jack Friend
Pizzaiolo, social worker, brewer, writer
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Trouble at the Tea Leafing Café
The rain had started right around the time that Annie was buttering her second thick slice of homemade toast for breakfast, and hadn’t paused since. Not that anyone could tell. The windows of the café were fogged over, and with every seat filled with happy customers munching on fresh baked pastries or steaming bowls of the delicious soup of the day, it was hardly surprising. Annie looked around the room, finally taking a moment to breathe after the lunch time rush. Her old life already felt like a bad memory, a part of her history, always, but just that. History.
By Hannah Moore6 days ago in Fiction
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