It is not always a loud and showy affair
Often, it is a quiet truth
Spoken, tentatively, in the night
It is the patient refusal, to numb out
Or deny, those sharp or heavy pains, in your heart
Sometimes, it is the bravest act
To speak up, purely, for the rightness, of speaking out
No assurances of what will follow
To stand, unwaveringly, in truth