(the sequel of The Suffering Body)
I pick up the book
gingerly;
sweetly.
Words that bring memories
lost in time.
My lips are sore
from the strange words
that I don't want to utter
anymore.
I feel at home,
with this book in hand.
My lips are calm,
not trembling,
not shaking,
no stutters are
present when I speak.
I come back home
to Grandma
and speak with
my found soul.
She laughs,
and I smile too.
I have reborn again
back to the life
I once knew.
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