she whispers
she whispers not to others but herself invisible
no visible scars to show her torment
silence echoes behind closed doors
only her to raise herself from the shadow of death
she pleads
let this life
instead
end
she comtemplates broken pieces, mind, soul, flesh; smelt to ashes
she whispers not to others but herself invisible
her paces cannot be chained
this true spirit resonates only in her brain
for in truth
the lockdown remains
to live is like a ball and chain
she makes her moves against the grain
with a head full of thoughts
coffins bewilder her withered Soul
with a heart full of Love
ready to Love this love-less world
she contemplates
hybernates
playing with Words
life death
death life
she dies and rise
she died and rose
not in the physical but in her soul
still
with every dawn she adorns life with Love more precious than the day before
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