Medicine

I left the tong that shaped my voice

In all the places I was hiding

When earphone cancel the noise

I used to escape with music

A short relief

A flapping butterfly wing

I never felt at peace

To understand the flood

I needed to take a pen

And translate my emotions to verse

To explain the pain

I needed to trust the process

And exhaust the words of my own universe

If only I could heal now

If happiness did not take so long

A Curved bow stays strong

I hope I won't crack this time around

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