Island of unborn mysteries
Summer sets in as winter falls astray
Childhood memories of things untold
what has & has not been spoken
tales of truth hidden behind secrecy and lies.
Held captive, from childish ignorance and innocence
These inner wounds have been craving a voice, a mix of their own.
Fear, despair tangles on the wings of spring
Stranded on an island of unborn mysteries
Can I now speak truth.
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