I hope the waves clean all the scars
All the wounds that grew thorns inside
I hope it rains love and sew every torn tissue
I hope every edge is smoothed
For in as much as I sit here in silence
I hear the echoes in my soul
The corners that have much to scare away and not so much for someone to seek and hold
See, I put away these stuffed boxes in corners at the back of my spine so no one knows how much it hurts to bend
Who cares look at the very bones that hold my feet straight and secure my stand¿
Who cares to look at this passage that elongates who I am¿
The very passage that has images of me dying-dead!
Vandalized by my very lover called lifeI hope it rains and all my walls drip the pretense
I hope it rains and scrape my sacred walls
I hope it rains peace and quiet the mourning voice seeking to be heard when I smile
I hope it rains inside so my very self sits in silence and not hear the cries
I want to hear it pour and thunder strikes
I hope it shutters these gates and set free the little girl sitting timidly at the back of my pupils unarmed
But then again, who cares¿
- RedInk
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