I am the one
the one
who is always listening
but there is no one
who hears
while I fight to breathe
the one
who is always listening
but there is no one
who hears
while I fight to breathe
drowning
is a silent death
Angela Minard 2015©
Poetry and thoughts on my journey toward healing and unlocking the silence within. Words are magic. Words have the power to heal, so find your voice, and fly
2 Comments:
Angela, I loved this poem, such an eloquent way of expressing a feeling so many people share. This poem got you heard, thank you for sharing it.
John, thank you for reading, and leaving a comment. It always feels good to be heard, doesn't it?!
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