Some days
I swear I could hear a voice inside me.
I could see the truth in front of me.
Just a shadow that lingers.
I swear that somedays I am strong and fearless.
And others I fall and melt away.
And when the panic kicks in,
I'm surrounded.
And when goodbyes are said,
I am bounded.
There are pages I want to fill,
Words brewing, waiting to spill.
I am paralyzed by the cold.
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