Do you hear my voice crying for help anymore?
My hints lie around like forgotten toys on an old floor
My sadness comes in faithful waves of dreams
Now muddled in murky rivers and streams
Of conscious and careful amniotic hope
I balance my blessings inside the lump in my throat
And a womb of security stays hidden somewhere
Buried with secrets we will never share
Clearing the table and drawing bath water tonight,
I realize my voice is simply out of your sight
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