Last Scar

A whisper runs through me.
Doubts break me from the world.
The love I thought I had,
is torn from words of pain.

Thinking of the passing time,
end coming near. Waiting for something
to change. However nothing
changes when only talk is made.

I want to change.
But a trapped voice is lost
when it never is heard. Actions make
those who are trapped heard.

He only changes me when I
break. Speaking out, creating
a world that seems brighter.
It illuminates together.

I can look to Him.
I can breath.
I can connect.
He is changing me.

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