Finding Me


Noiseless voices in my head  Asking, begging to be let free.  Harshing breathing,  Trembling hands,  A small cry seeking help.  Angry shouts,  Loud words,  Rumbling floors.  Dark clouds blur my sight,  Fear searches for the light.   Years go by,  Fear stays strong,  The voices all but die.  Feeling hopeless,  Seeking peace.  The words escape,  Marring pure surfaces with their light.    Black and blinking,  The page awaits,  As trembling hands tell the tale,  Of soundless weeping voices.    No longer tortured by fear,   No longer entrapped by hopeless anger.  Rather free at last,  Free to be me.   



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