My Soul

My soul is tired.

My soul is bruised, from the attacks on the body every day.

My soul is muzzled, by all the things I cannot say.

My soul is overwhelmed, from all the demands made upon me.

My soul is blinded, for I cannot find the path in front of me.

My soul is screaming, but nobody can hear.

My soul is cowering, overwhelmed by the fear.

My soul is crying, for she feels all alone in this fight.

My soul is whispering, for she tries to give comfort in the dark of night.

My soul is hoping, for she wants to heal.

My soul is trying, but is afraid to feel.

My soul is tired.

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