thought

Inner child’s voice

Without clear thought
The mind is muddled
Too many words spinning
Tying and untying knot after knot
The deeper the wound is touched
The tighter the threads are locked
This inner child raises her voice
Only to be drowned out by the clamoring
Of thought
So many times she’s tried to tell
And so many times she’s failed
It’s my own fault
Traumas run deep and come out dirty
My mind would rather block it out
With words- images- confusion
Until i completely lose the plot
And walk away

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