There is a hole in my soul
Where my heart use to be
As large as a cavern,
Bigger than me
I look inside but I cannot see
Whoever it was I use to be
The voices in my head scream at me
And my tears fill the hole where my heart use to be
my journey to get to a better me
sisters desperately dependent on grace
Roanoke Rapids High School Class of 70
breathing fire for our exceptional children
The late night ventures of me.
I can, at least, tell you where my mind is.
by Elysa Henegar