Centering her soul
She closes her eyes
Hoping to see Gabriel, Mara or Mary
And lay her heavy heart on their palms
She half surrenders herself to their will
Battle-scarred and weak
She asks for deliverance
From the ghost that walk with her
From the words of counselors that turn into knives impaling her heart
From the memories that swirl over her head, taunting her
From false hopes that rend her soul to no end
For a tonic or balm to assuage the throbbing deep within
For true hope
For release from the past
For a new future
For faith in that he will find his back way to her

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