Personal (Hope)

So many years I’ve felt invisible,
like I disappeared
into these taupe walls.

The only place I find myself
is in these pages,
but I haven’t heard my voice in years.

It was hidden by the smeared ink
when the tears spilled
and made my body shake
until the words were undecipherable.

But somewhere in the mess,
I made out a whisper,
a silent cry that revived me.

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