When we rage,
it carries in shouts and curses.
Our sadness is much the same,
lashing out in pain.
In darker times,
we strike out in vengeance​,
every word
meant to kill or maim.
There are many times
when we shout out loud:
when we hurt,
in times of justice
and pride,
and there are times we do it
to feel alive.
Oh, but when it comes to things that matter,
we say it quietly
because things like love
are said best
when they’re spoken in whispers.

Prompt: Whispers


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