Saturday 2 March 2019

Hear The Sound Of My Voice



A serpent is chasing me
I'm running through the woods, bleeding
Dwelling in between
you can hear the sound of my voice.
Before I jump.
Drown.

Feel the warmth of your kindness
A smile heart
Your fingers wrapped around my palm
as you're trying to get me out.
You've heard me.
The echoes.

When I couldn't breath
I was in half, hope gone - out there
Dark red feet covering fresh lavender
I couldn't escape
but you saved me.
Got me.

When I was on my knees
When I couldn't breath
Savior and redeemer
I'm free.
Of the ropes.
I live.

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