a song for the dead
I keep telling myself I’m not afraid
repeating the phrase as if it’s my mantra
each letter embossed on my skin
images of hearts etched in my mind
I tell myself I’m no longer afraid
to fall asleep in the dead of night
grateful to have found my voice
relieved knowing I finally have a song
january two thousand nineteen
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“each letter embossed on my skin”….love this!
Thank you, Susan. I appreciate you stopping by and commenting on this piece.
Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
THE DEAD NEED SONGS SUNG FOR THEM, TOO! l)
thanks for reblogging this one!
A true gem!