in the midst of my silence
the past rushed into my mind with unrelenting speed
pricking every point of my then senseless being
numbed by so much pain injected like anesthetic medicine
shame and doubt became an epidemic
invading my body, pARalyzed with lies and intrigues
i was confined to bed and I felt so minute
with my low self-esteem, i was put to comatose
when will i be freed from this unending trial?
it tortures my mind no matter how i deny
when will i see the sky, oh please tell me now?
when will i see the sun with no cloud that mars?
with my strength drained, how will i give up?
to pick up the pieces of my soul broken like glass
will i creep or crawl, but where will i go?
will you be there to help me so?