Whispers

July 1, 2017

Sinking in
Indeed, insignificant,
Such as one drop of rain
Hits

the



ground.
The lies
Barely a whisper,
Easily ignored, when allowed to stay
Gather together,
Till one becomes many
And the roar




Cannot be







ignored.
A single drop
Turns to a tempest,
Unleashing it's force
Chaining



you




down.
The lies, invisible, their shackles
Tug at your wrists,
Unseen but turning to steel
Till there is no telling
What is true
And what is




not,
Because a single






drop
One whisper was allowed to stay.

The author's comments:

As a chronicly depressed person, lies I hear about myself have been able to chain me down. Keeping me from a happy life.


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