Exile
Exiled from home,
My heart is heavy
With an ever-present ache
Only family can heal
Clinging to the hope
Of being whole,
I spend each hour
In silent anguish
For grief has carved fresh wounds
Where waves of sorrow flood,
As I sink ever deeper
Into darkness
But as despair reaches
To pull me under
With her cold, unfeeling hands,
My soul refuses to drown
For I am buoyed by a love
That can never be taken,
And can never be broken,
Even as my heart breaks.
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