Hypothetically Speaking Poem by Persephone Springs
Hypothetically Speaking
If my scars could speak
They would tell a story
A story crafted from the threads of my memories
Memories that stain the fabric of my life
Problems that grow in the field of silence
Silence that barely covers the chaos inside
An orchestra of voices that scream the truth
Truths with fears and mistakes woven into their very beings
The regrets that won't allow my scars to speak
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