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Broken…
I remain open –
never healed.
Unspoken…
‘cause I lost hope in
ever feeling
the pride
of seeing my eyes
look up at me
with trust.
When they did look up,
I wasn’t seen
for comfort
to quell my fears.
Over the years
I looked for me,
but I wasn’t there
like I don’t care.
Did I ever?
I definitely do,
I never knew.
Still broken,
but with restored hope in
knowing who
I am –
my other half…
my undiscovered past.
Answers
to the questions
I know
my other has.
So much
I want to ask of me.
So much to tell.
So much to understand
to mend my inner self.
I’m hoping…
- HymnAgen
