Silence speaks loudest, boasting the story of independence,
Shrouding the heart in solitude.
A heart that does not open is secure, the frosted door will bite even the brave, the foolhardy who dares to enter;
A determined chisel will pierce the heart but break against its walls,
While the warm touch of patience may soften its hold but drown in sullied and melting ice.
Silence muffles the voice of a broken heart
And bullies the downtrodden that, trying to rise from the ash of inauguration,
Searching for redemption,
Lays her head at the threshold and waits in solitary confinement.
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