~ ~ ~
Touched by the silence that is my life.
I am aware of what I do not have.
I hear the voice speak to me.
It was not near.
It felt my soul.
It is nothing but me.
I know the healing must start.
I am wounded and hurting.
I walk although I am no more.
Brave I am.
Stupid is more like it.
I let my guard down
and now I am in pain.
The scars will heal.
I will be fine.
I always am.
I always will be.
It just hurts a lot this time.
Oh well, thus is my life.
Quiet, someone might hear.
Oh who am I kidding.
~ JC ~
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