Echo, is that my voice?
Swirling, turning, what choice?
Echo, it rings back empty.
A heart as cold as a river floor.
When writing Echo, I realized the voice I had come to love in my youth was quiet. That gentle beacon of truth was silent and I couldn't find direction. I was lost in my own soul. I couldn't find me. I couldn't hear me. Where had I gone?
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Dents, holes, rust, stains
Soft, gentle, warm, new
What once was alive in now used
This describes how I went into the marriage: soft, gentle, warm, new and what happened during marriage: dents, holes, rust, stains.
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