I hear the sounds inside my head
I feel them in my heart
Straining at the cage of me
A fight lost from the start
Crushed to dust by stones of doubt
Choked by fear and rage
Twisted, tangled, torn apart
Lying dead upon the stage
Escape they seek but cannot find
So torture me instead
Words of beauty, grace and power
That only live inside my head
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Kriselda Gray
Married, middle-aged, disabled mom to 2 wonderful dogs. Spiritually Heathen, politically progressive. No Frith with fascists!
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