This poem is dedicated to the person who always seems to be able to reach down even the deepest and darkest holes and pull me up.
so @thea2651 thank you for always being there. I love you like a sister.
The voices in her head are getting louder.
With every encounter, they grow sounder.
Until they echo through her.
To the world, she smiles and bears it with a grin
but she builds walls so high that nobody can see that all she wishes to do is flee.
These walls, too high to breach, Are there so you could never find what hides just out of reach. For many years, she has walked alone, Until you came along.
Headstrong, though with a light so bright, It chased away even her darkest night.
She was but a girl on her last rope, But she accepted your freely-offered hand of hope.
YOU ARE READING
Through hell and back
PoetryThere's a tingling in my fingers. Humming in my head. a thousand ideas just waiting to be read. the page is blank, and the possibilities are endless. - Queen_of_Dead118 Hi! and welcome to my poetry book. First I'd like to dedicate this book to som...
