She whispers a beautiful sound in my ear
telling me I am still here
she gives exuberant freedom around me
from the world that is so bare
is freedom really free or is it just a plea
i screamed for bloody mercy
And no one heard me
awakening my soul, from depths within
she shoots radiant tones like a violin.
the surge of her vigilance
gives me a sense of consciousness
near water is her stimulus
she rarely will deliquesce
she’s the gust of fresh current
never once slashed or burnt
never a strain, always a servant
to the broken hearted person.
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About the Creator
H.b. Woods
I am a mental health warrior; I battle it daily. I’m a mom to 5, a wife, a daughter, and a friend. Some of my poems are brutal as my ‘journey’ continues. Thank you for taking the time to read my poems.
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