Songs i sing when no ones listening
listen carefully you will hear my broken voice thrill
with discarded songs ; lesser travelled routes, like lanes
meshed in with thorn and unseen lights, but here my soul
stripped from even things like pain, knows here,
here, here, here, I am free and birthed
all over again.
Here I need no voice, nor embrace
, nor loss nor gain
in the silence of an unbroken face, forgotten whispers
return, like rain. Much awaited rain.