Shut up, mouth —
when truth isn't yours to speak.
Don't twist silence into noise
just to feel seen.
Shut up, tongue —
when the wound is still raw.
Words flung too fast
leave scars, not wisdom.
Shut up, pride —
when ego wants applause.
Let quiet be your thunder,
not a hollow clapping crowd.
Shut up, pain —
when revenge begs to rise.
You are not fire to burn,
you are fire to transform.
Shut up, heart —
if you're only echoing ghosts.
Wait for the voice
that speaks from truth, not ache.
Shut up —
not out of fear,
but out of power.
Because sometimes the most sacred act
is to say nothing
and still be heard.
✍🏽By: - WIN VENTURA
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