R.I.P. (Radical. Immortal. Poetry.)

Voices

I can't believe that I'm finally here,

I brought my dreams and fears from last year.

Hoping and praying that this time around,

You'll help me be safe and sound.

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But I can still hear that tiny but strong voice.

I still strain to listen like I don't have a choice.

It said that my life isn't worth living anyway.

My sorrows and frustrations will never go away.

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It said it's better if I wasn't existing

Because life's worthless if I don't have everything.

I realize these words belonged to me.

Even my insides don't want me to be happy.

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But you pulled me out of that place.

The truth and my identity, you gave me a taste.

It's a never-ending battle with implanted thoughts in my head.

But I thank you God, that the enemy's future is dead.

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I hope every year, month and day

I'll be listening to what you will say

So that whatever trap the enemy will lay,

Your word will keep me safe and at bay.

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Copyright 

Star Ashley Cruz

Jan. 7, 2019