in the midst of everything
sorry for forgetting
that silence could mean
it was always meant to be
a crown of thorns slicing
a shackle of chains rattling
you were listening
when the heart beat
for misery
in desperation
falling to her knees
you were listening
begging for release
to only grant peace
as she breathed a prayer
crumpled in tears
the way she feels
oh the struggle to be still……
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