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in my own shell of secluded silence

like in a hellish dream

I break the intricate code of nondescript violence

as I feel my sorrow shatter and fall behind the

horror stricken cry of a blood curdling scream

is reality really this awful and ugly

or do my scars I carry with me make it look just so

is this fear I hide so deep within me something I

want to face or fully get to know

self pelting my senses with expressive bouts of rage

I loosen my dignity as I tighten and secure the bars

around my secret hurt and war I use as a form of cage

I have to protect myself from myself on mostly a

day to day basis

I see love and affection but am not yet equip to

recognize their faces

a fleeting voice I heard say Don't keep mourning

move on

and as quickly as it was there

then just as quickly it was gone

now instead of locking it up I shake the sadness

out of my soul's not so gentle reverie

my trek so far through life and love has been

tough but I must admit it feels quite good to be

nearly free......................

( written Jan 23, 1992 pm)