The Inner Voice

Countless nights of soft rumblings

With my head deep into the fabric of my satin pillow

Has made me question my own sanity

For it is not he who suffers the laments and moans of my aching heart 

I look around and I find solitude

I realise the change must start from me

A new dawn arises the next day

I make self healing not a Process

But a Promise to myself

A promise that will be fulfilled

Because this time it won’t be you I will be expecting it from

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