echoing sounds waft in.
this word, the cry of my heart.
unsettling every part of me.
it resonates with in me, it needs to move me.
inaction is my refrain.
resistance is the cry from my pain.
trying to wriggle out of the hold.
fighting off the sleep that has kept my mind captive.
bound by my shame.
done to me.
done by me.
grace is only a word.
but my heart longs.
forgiveness begins here.
awake my soul.