The burn of each tear as it forms and spills over my lashes, is a reminder of the pain that is inside.
My heart beats so quickly, and my air seems to almost be cut off at times.
Every word is formed and moves across my lips like molasses in the winter.
I know its only slow motion in my mind, but the agony of the waiting for the word to be heard seems like eternity.
In the end, like a ray of light twinkling through dew drops in the morning, hope flickers.
I hold on to it like a life preserver, I know this can be overcome .
I can feel the ache and pain between each word and every line here ... a poignant poem
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