the waters of her hopeful song
drip through the pores
of her skin
trickling down like blood
from the pain
of holding within
the light from her song
escapes
from the cracks
in her sanity
seeping from her eyes
bright lights shining
upon her dark reality
the beat of her song
valiantly flows through
the depths of her being
siphoned throughout her body
directed by her hearts
frantic beating
the desire of her song
craves the touch of words
voiced in truth
yearning to wrap her arms
around and embrace
her lonely forgotten verse
she closes her seeping eyes
and allows her song
to burst free
with a vow to her precious words
never again shall they live
in such quiet captivity
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