I Hear You

She lied to me when she said,

“We suffer together,

In our separate boxes.

The walls made of grief,

Pain and self-hatred.”

She smiles,

Knife twisting,

Words vibrating,

While saying,

“You deserve this,

Keep dying.”

Blood-stained and yearning.

Words crumble from torn memories.

Echoes carry

Through mountains and valleys.

I believe you can hear me,

I hear you.

We are captured by the same hands of brutality.

I call out,

You answered me.

Lonely souls wandering.

Embraced by hearing;

Listening,

But never speaking.

No longer mourning,

Heart’s thawing,

Hope’s reviving.

Kissed in faith.

They listened to the breaths of wounded ghosts.

The soul was never to fade in the ocean of lies.

They can hear songs rhyming,

The truth revoking death,

Their echoes vibrating.

I hear you,

I hear you,

I hear you…