I want to make comments

nice rhyme
vivid images
I can taste the sky

but know I mustn’t 

you see it’s fresh in my memory
the jaw-dropping moment
when someone stated
my opinion was irrelevant

I shut up
what I thought
was allowed
in that safe space
I felt  embarrassed
when with the group
whose ears were privvy
to that life changing sentence 

I thought of suicide
I dwelled     obsessed
even confessed
my twisted thoughts
to a few close peers

then I realized words
like bullets can kill
if one gives power
to  another person’s

I’m just sad
that red white and blue
in this land of freedom
put an end
to one of the best
workshop groups
I’ve been in
I miss y’all 

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