Walking through the caves of time
Hearing the echoes of my past.
Trying not to listen,
Trying not to hear,
Nevertheless, these caves truly
Replica those voices so damn well
I have no choice but to recoil
Into my corner,
Like the that scared little girl
From the past.
Walk with me
Stand strong,
You are not that girl no longer,
Says the man who hand I hold,
Seeing my face,
Knowing where my mind went
Knowing those voices are like
Desperate little imps
Always, wanting to get in the depth of my mind.
To echo like those caves we explored.
Yet, he holds on tightly
Not letting go
Ensuring that those monsters
Will not win their battles for he's
In my corner
Placing new cheers to echo within.
©vicki
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