Some days I remember a time long ago, almost forgotten, so gray it feels like a dream. Sometimes I remember a moment, or more, stolen from me. Sometimes I remember I have a VOICE.
I couldn’t scream
So music screams for me
Lyrical lyrics winding deep in me
No one heard
No one hears
Fade to wallpaper
Fade to black
No middle ground
Only pips and squeaks and breathy moans
If I lose my voice only to find it again
It’s through the hum and bass and treble and lyric
So fragile a line, so thin to connect it
Caught between him and me, who’s sin, who’s in… begin
Sometimes relationships are clouded by past abuses, my relationship with my husband is. Though we have both been through some level of abuse and misdirection we still chose to come together to learn from and grow from that which haunts us. We hope the same for you if you have suffered through any abuses.