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To Secret Grief

Every step is a funeral march

Every tear, an ocean

Each drop of blood, a holy war

And the mask I wear

Is treason

Hand over mouth

Muffled sobs of the kidnapped

You see my frame

But I’m not here

I’ve been stolen away


Is the quiet daily dirge safer?

Am I honoring the broken one within?

Has my silence now betrayed her?

#Prayer #Bravery #Grief #Psalm #poem #Wholeness

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