Her voice lifts

The sound of her singing echos

She stands tall

And carries herself through the pain.

Over time

She forgets her troubles

And realizes

She is sane.

It may be small

A fleeting moment

But with me

I have my old self.

And her voice carries out the tune

Of old and new memories

She is not forgotten

She is with me —

I am my own muse.



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