Reality?

There is a voice inside of me, waiting to get out, to shut up and to be free. 
Harboring the cool soft winds of every unspoken thought, the scorch of every hard harsh reality. There are fading glimpses of feelings and withering emotions, that I can not trust, yet have not done anything with. Ancient ruins lie deep within the wells, under the sands of time and ages of seasons. Deeper and deeper they call my name, faster and harder my heart is beating. And the echoing silence never fades. Never escaping, never being drawn backwards away from silence, always being pushed up further still, into the cavern.

No one knows these thoughts, these depths, this reality. Only I. 
And thats what my mind gets away with telling my heart and I foolishly coexist with this fallacy. Ignoring my truth, pushing away my ... I appease my heart for my minds sake and give into the wayward folly. 
Yet there is still this voice inside of me, even amongst the chaos of silence and bulging of "real world."

I still know more, I still (with childish lack of "wisdom") choose to search for deeper, for what is more solid, more firm, more true. What is more real than reality?

Truth

I choose to go on forth and embrace the cool winds, the scorch, the echoes, the cavern, and with a whisper, tell them Truth. Like a silly little girl with dreams bigger than the sky's expanse I will whisper to the winds.
I will speak forth in the face of reality and tell it truth, not for the sake of "whatsoever is moral", but simply for truth's sake. Is truth important enough to be stood up for? Will anyone have enough courage to humbly believe, in the midst of a backwards world that thinks it's going light-years forward.

There is a voice inside of me and what it needs is to breathe.

Soak up the truth oh voice and gleam with the rays of honesty.

Breathe, be made whole again, until shouts become whispers.

Let the still small voice come into the well.

Once you hear it surely, Let Freedom Ring!