Writing Resources from Fifteen Minutes of Fiction

Accountabilty

Caressed by my voice,
I gently whisper to it;
A frightened little thing,
In a deep, dusty pit.

Yearning to be free,
I stretch out my hand.
I long for it to see
And crawl out.

A knot in my chest;
It grips at my heart.
Its throb never put to rest;
Whole is gone, now in parts.

Crumbling in emotion
I desperately claw
At this frightened little thing,
To escape my lips and call…

To call to the world,
And tell them the truth.
To call to the world,
And tell them the truth…

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