weighing heavily on these rigid bones:
silence reigns, for the music has gone.
a hummingbird’s song
is all
that remains
in this nightingale soul.
spring rain,
now a cacophony of pain,
washes the fear from my stare.
but this
shameful,
sheltered,
shattered heart
reflects a thousand fears yet untold.
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