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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.

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 thatall that is left of meis you.

Hangover

I want the acheof the morning after,the calm that comesafter the storm,the quiet ease bornin the lingering taste of last night,and the uncertain peacethat carries the comfortof knowingthat what waswill 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