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One day
I will find my voice
and when I do,
words won’t be needed,
but until then,
they are all I have.

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Voiceless

Voiceless
I offer my soul,
a glimpse into
who I am,
words fail,
falling without life,
lost in the rush
of time.

Nightmares

There are moments
when the dark
is afraid of me
because I am
the monster
under the bed.

Bound

Torn
by the hours
between breaths,
where hope
lives and dies
in the same instant,
I am bound
by distance
and the absence
of you.

Reflection

Upon reflection,

I find that

all that is left of me

is you.

Hangover

I want the ache

of the morning after,

the calm that comes

after the storm,

the quiet ease born

in the lingering taste of last night,

and the uncertain peace

that carries the comfort

of knowing

that what was

will be again.

Let Go

Let go
Of yesterday
What’s done
Is done and gone

The moment
NOW
Is fleeting
And anchored to the past

And tomorrow
Isn’t real
Living only
In its potential