If you could see into my soul, you would see that I'm bound and coming apart at the seams.
I struggle to keep my demons at bay; I hide behind this mask that deceives.
This vessel has a name, but the soul consumes who I am. Conflicting voices inside my head battle between, "What is good, and what is evil."
My heart over-rides everything that strives to blind me from the truth. My mind screams bondage,
but the ghost within me illuminates freedom, and peace.
If you could see into my soul, you
would see that I'm free. The shackles that once was there has fallen from me.
Written by:Angela C. Hamby
9/21/2009
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