Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter

Wednesday, August 20, 2003

Through This

Hope stolen from a
callous soul may cause
it to cry for a day.
Take the hope from
the soul of an empath,
she will never recover.
I still don't understand
What good can come of this.
I'm wearing my insides out,
a reversal of vital emotion
and defenses. Here, these
walls have crumbled and
understanding can no longer
be found when I look for
the vanished meaning
of courage.

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