Broken Reflection
Here I stand, a broken reflection of my troubled past.
Can you feel the tension of my shadows' constant grasp?
Hands around my throat, mine behind my back.
Voices begging to be heard, while I'm trying to shut off a racing mind.
I will break free from these chains inherited the moment I came into this life
Copyright © Justice Elliott | Year Posted 2022
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