I am pounding on the
Walls of my own heart
Scaling the pit of my throat
Seeking a whisper in the blinding black.
I am twisted in the shackles of my mind
Leaning against chains
Failing to catch two thoughts together
to make sense of anything at all.
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Trapped
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B.Ayers
April 24, 2025
Last updated on April 24, 2025
B.Ayers is a teacher, coach, wife, and above all else, a Jesus follower. She loves learning, meeting new people, and hearing their stories. She enjoys traveling, but she grew up in Southwest Missouri, and she is beyond grateful for the redemptive power of Jesus Christ.
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