Moans in the Wind

To speak or to die

To speak, a daring act of vulnerability,

Unleashing the truth from its guarded cavity.

Words, like arrows, pierce the realm of ears,

Revealing the hurt, casting aside all fears.

But what of the wounds, can they heal in due course,

In the sacred sanctum where time holds its force?

Silently mending, like whispers in the night,

Allowing the heart to find solace and respite.

To speak is to confront, to lay bare the soul,

To face the world with scars, seeking to be whole.

Yet, in silence, there's strength, a quiet resilience,

A fortress of healing, a sanctuary of brilliance.

So, what patch shall one choose in this grand play?

To speak or to die, to expose or to decay?

Per haps it lies within the heart's deepest core,

A balance of healing, where both options restore.