slowly realizing that i should no longer speak.. 
and instead offer up a listening ear to the meek.
because if my tongue is a liability then using it makes me weak.
because if I say it but don’t do it - what does that make of me?
afraid.
a coward, who can’t seem to turn the page.
within the darkness… do i shed light? 
or do i remain hidden away?
was it a coin flip or chosen? 
that i allowed myself to be trapped within this cage.
when navigating through life -  it’s common to get lost within the maze.
until you realize that you can pave.
until you realize that you can change.
until you realize that the pieces of your life - can be rearranged.
it’s oftentimes that the tiniest spark - produces the brightest flame.

»B.Don