Subdued thoughts, submerged emotions, there's so much to come and all's silent. Mute cries of a lacerated soul, I am searching for ways to release the travail.
With feeble hands I grope a ray of hope. It enlightens my soul, eases my despair. My expressions find words, they are etched on my soul, a dim smile lights me up, "Writing" -- "You make me Whole."