A face with no voice is like song with no sound. It's thoughts trapped within with no way of coming out.
My faint voice finally spoke of the whispers of the aural verses in my personal poetry. Feelings deposed from my dusty wooden box.
Mechanosensations infused with hyperalgesia and allodynia. Infrasonic diffusions of my story's libel.
Now the shackles have been eradicated as they've fallen to the ground.
A liberation of delicate proportions.
A physiological alignment of the beating in my heart.
My emotions cascaded from the cliff where I once stood. A transformation of a jagged mountain to a benevolent waterfall. The emotional rapids now swiftly washing over cold stone. A dark stone transposed from withered apathy to subtle beauty.
A faint trinket that glistens with lustrous faith. One that dangles from the nape of my neck and swings to the thumping of my heart. A protection from the assailant of my disease.
Today I am free. Today there is faith. Today I have been reborn.
Thank you, my dear sweet sister. Gratitude stands upon the mountain within the trees of tender love.
Your actions guided the way through the darkness and into the glorious forest of hope.
Hope lives in the spaces unforeseen and my eyes now a way. A path from Despair to discovery.
My faint voice finally spoke of the whispers of the aural verses in my personal poetry. Feelings deposed from my dusty wooden box.
Mechanosensations infused with hyperalgesia and allodynia. Infrasonic diffusions of my story's libel.
Now the shackles have been eradicated as they've fallen to the ground.
A liberation of delicate proportions.
A physiological alignment of the beating in my heart.
My emotions cascaded from the cliff where I once stood. A transformation of a jagged mountain to a benevolent waterfall. The emotional rapids now swiftly washing over cold stone. A dark stone transposed from withered apathy to subtle beauty.
A faint trinket that glistens with lustrous faith. One that dangles from the nape of my neck and swings to the thumping of my heart. A protection from the assailant of my disease.
Today I am free. Today there is faith. Today I have been reborn.
Thank you, my dear sweet sister. Gratitude stands upon the mountain within the trees of tender love.
Your actions guided the way through the darkness and into the glorious forest of hope.
Hope lives in the spaces unforeseen and my eyes now a way. A path from Despair to discovery.
