Thanks to the enemy My inner mystery masquerades more like secrets Eating alive hidden truths that need to be spoken I'm phenomenally broken There's a pain that screams loud from within A desperation for it to be heard, A touch that won’t vanish, Emotions I can take control of when managed Perhaps, if I whisper a prayer for a helping hand to understand, Hope may unravel, Dissolving the anguish that has long haunted me. Until I carefully sew together the fragments of my soul, Creating pockets of peace amidst the turmoil. Until The “word” Broken No longer echoes The silence