Tacenda

What everyone knows,

but no one acknowledges,

occupied our hearts,

still difficult to express.

Tacenda...

How could I convey,

weight of my silence,

of pushing boundaries,

by losing patience. 

A rebellious soul,

that values consensus, 

fighting for my wishes,

without fueling disagreements. 

Then again, not many understand, 

want to dwell in deeper conversations, 

finding no gain, in welcoming views,

that were contrary, tragic or profound. 

May be, there's no other way,

it's better to maintain balance, 

voices can cause disruptions, 

being considered hurtful or improper. 

Tacenda...

The weight of the unsaid,

that remain buried in psyche,

I wonder, what holds in future, 

if I laid bare, every aspect?