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Pandora
from the depths of the heart,
she cries out in stifling silence.
once again the dreams start;
reaching for the light, trying to make sense.
I hear her fragile voice begging for freedom
from thoughts dark as death.
they won't give her a choice, don't ask for
ransom.
she's choking for breath,
bound and gagged, forgotten
and alone. I try to find her. she leaves
songs and poems hidden
in places where I store my worthless sheaves
of daily journals. no one hears but me.
when the day is done,
she begins; the echo lingers mournfully
and fades in the sun.
~Broken Wings~
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