Dear Life

Smiles coerced by a need for change.
Although every walk is heavy with each ankle anchored by pain,
Patience takes possession of each step taken forward.
What other choice do I have,
But,
To be devoured by silence with a voice box cluttered with anger towards the man I am,
This very moment?
Alone,
Without a shoulder to hold as I vigilantly seek atonement,
For every heart broken,
By the shrieks of my inner child,
On an edge,
Holding for dear life…

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