Poetry

Voice

In her mind, things are less complex,

In her mind, all things make sense;

The reasons we are so different, the answers to all our problems.

 

See in her naive mind, the solution to her aching soul is as simple as a single touch;

A shoulder to rest her heavy mind on,

A soldier, a shield, a sprinter to run her marathon.

 

In her mind, happiness lay within her very core,

Deeply in-bedded within her veins, unleashed away from those she cares most about,

Shown to careless souls, the very one’s who should inspire doubt.

 

Giving the impression to be an open book,

She tucks her true soul safely within a box.

For her mind, simple yet too complex to be understood…

 

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