"I grew accustomed to not saying it. I was made strong with muteness"- E.Sepulveda-Pulvirenti

I grew accustomed not to speak,
Bur I was not made strong by muteness.
Inside me the shadows of my voice quivered,
Dreams were realities that spoke loud.
Maybe silence can heal when it's silent,
But mine was the hiding place of all that was. The last refuge.