What I Don’t Say

By AB

When I say freedom
You hear closing cell doors
When you say freedom
I hear soft cries

What I can’t say is peace of mind
What I mean is sanity

When you say peace
Do you mean paradise?

What I wish I’d told you is be patient
What I want you to know is hope exist

Comments

  1. Beautiful. The words so carefully chosen convey a sense of how each of us own words and ideas differently. I love the final optimism of hope and the juxtaposition of wish and want at the end, going from one level to the next. It seems so confident, sure, and self-reflective yet poignant with the implication of regret, too. Thank you..

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