Poem: Unbroken Words

I couldn’t
keep

any
breath
I
took.

And it
felt
like
I couldn’t keep anything
at
all.

The walls
inside me
became
cracked soil.

Dry.
Itchy.

Barely alive.

White turned
into
lilac.

My throat
turned
into a whistle,

blocking
every
other
syllable
from coming

out.
As I
pushed
back
the tears

from 
being another 
enemy
to the fight
within

me.
I dreamt
of 
a future

my voice 
will be heard
in unbroken words.

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