One voice
small
supersonic,
caresses the walls
aches for deliverance,
lashes the water of life.
One small voice
chatters,
devours
every ounce,
strength born of pain,
oblivion the reality.
One small voice
drowning,
the meaning of life
crawls back home,
regret to be conceived.
One voice
small
reluctant,
innocence crucified
with the first gulp of air:
chokes on the tears of mother's indecision.
One small voice.
© 2007 Michaela James.
A journey into the depths of my heart, mind and soul. "From my heart a single tear hangs low..." {Pink Raven}
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