There is an inner voice in me,
That finds release in poetry.
In scribbling jumbled thoughts and pain,
Into lines of lyric symmetry.
A way to set my soul free.
A way to try and keep me sane.
A way to handle all this pain.

So angry still and getting strong.
And shouting what she did was wrong.
And mourning still and crying still.
And even if there is no skill,
In this attempt at poetry, ive found
A way I can express.
A way to cope and ease distress.
A way to heal the child within me.
And find my voice of happiness.

Written by AML 10th July 2002

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