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Internal Wars

Mangled in rot and filth,
she grasps at the melodic tune
that hums behind her ears.
 
It whispers only for her.
 
a delicate sound
that holds comfort in its warm breath,
as it leans closer
to the fragility of her heart,
...c-o-n-t-o-r-t-i-n-g...
in its utterances,
able to cradle her
without bending her to break...
 
and she is safe.
 
With Time...
she learns to sing as well...
and her voice travels...
 
past the heavy noise
of doubt and despair
and into the light crisp air.
 
one damned world will not make two!
 
lifting one foot two
 
and forward she marches,
the silent soldier...
with her own melodic tune
that leads her through.

(2015)

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