Her heart grew heavy in her hands
The voices making too many demands
Lost at a crossroad with nowhere to go
Trapped within her own limbo
Drifting through distant dreams
Life being torn at the seams
Her hands stretched out for a light
One final hope to urge the fight
Faced with the past she must let go
To make room for her true self to show
A new path opening within her reach
Silencing the voices that twist her sleep
Her heart grew lighter in her hands
It became her turn to take a stand.
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Ash and Roses
PoetryPoetry I started years ago and have started adding to again cause why not. Life is a bitch, eat a banana and move on yadada. So this is about abuse, self harm, depression and mental illness. I've had a bit happen to me but hey not everything is that...
