You can brand me a coward, writing now in the comfort of darkness with nothing holding me back. I seek solace in the loneliness of the night that envelops me.
With nothing to hold them back, I am afraid of the power these words possess as they fiercely gush forth, tearing down the dam that has held them back and kept them at bay for so long now. But they weren’t to be subdued. These words exist still, whether I acknowledge them or not.
