Who I Am
A house once whole,
Is now divided,
Broken beyond repair.
Left with an empty hole,
Without true guidance,
In dark despair.
Music, a cushion about me.
The word, a strong foundation.
When the voice was weak,
The pen stood mighty and strong.
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