At last my tears are released
from the confines of my prison walls
where they have been left in anguish.
The waterfall of grief has finally run dry
to leave reality to close, realising
my sorrow is as deep as a canyon wall.
My heart lives as brittle as an egg shell,
my life is reunited with blame and fear
that I believed had lived and past
many long years ago,
when I was a child
To cry has not brought the desired
return of life in quiet times.
More so, the rush of emotion
for what has passed
is as unyielding as the prison cell
in which I now feel trapped again.
Such depths of fear and trepidation
that the daylight doesn’t still my mind.
From the heights within, come shallow breaths
from a heart so tortured by time, that it
never dared to be reckoned with in the dark.
This says it all.
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