It'll Hurt LessA Poem by MamalouI should be wise but am full of
lies. Where did I go? Locked inside, Pushed down to
hide, Won’t get out that
low.
But she screams At me through dreams. Please, let me go, Up to the surface, Where it will hurt less.
Too weak to hold on. She’s no longer gone, But breaking free Of the prison inside. Never again to hide. I can finally be me.
I can’t stay so low. Please, let me go Up to the surface. I promise it’ll hurt less. © 2023 Mamalou |
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