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Jan 2019
Voices echoing in my head
Driving me mad
My ears have become deaf
The sounds of my soul avoid me

Far from this place
In the sea
They are riding the waves. Free.

My body ceased to be a home
Now they just roam
Alone. Flutter in the current
Faithful comrades. They weren’t

Far from this place
In the sea
They are riding the waves. Free.

A thousand fragments of my soul
That used to be whole
Until they took a stance
And embraced in a dance

Far from this place
In the sea
They are riding the waves. Free.

My skin became prison walls
Cold and rigid
Heavy teardrops making it livid
Wires tear my bruises open
Far from this place
In the sea
Broken pieces of me are free.

No other chance but to wean.
Sleep, eat, drink. Routine.
An empty shell. No cry.
That’s how life goes by.

But in a place far from me,
Amid the waves of the sea,
Uplifted by heavenly brace,
My spirit levitates in saving grace.
Written by
Julischka
170
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