For kindred hearts
Who’ve stumbled upon clarity
With fragile skin
And blaring, boastful thoughts

They madly swarm
Passionately searing
Scouring for escape
From the confines of reluctance

Stouthearted words
Hang resolute
From the cusp of their lips
Awaiting fertile moments
To expel their inner bedlam

Too few dare
To cast them out
When fate is generous
Lending its drawn out silence

Some never depart
Never knowing liberation
Content In their smothered angst
Perfectly fine
With their dying fury