I have a voice
I do
I swear
Sometimes muffled by drudgery
But there
Softly screaming
Can I be heard?
Will I ever?

I have a heart
Hidden
Beaten
Yet somehow ever hopeful
This time
Tender, healing
Will I be loved?
Can I be?

I have a soul
My own
Not his
More than flesh and blood
Yet not
Everything, nothing
Will I move on?
Do I care?

I wish you Peace

~alison~

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