words
some days my savior
some days my hell
dissolve into
fragmented
syllables and
lonely letters
that I cannot
reassemble back
into meaningful
wholes
I tell myself
I will grow accustomed
to this silence
these padded walls
© 2018 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved
Brave & Reckless 
Rebellious critters, those words.
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Christine Ray – Broken words
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powerful truth it hurts the gut with beauty and reckoning thank you for sharing friend xo
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A padded cell would be total hell….where I am sure I would be thankful for the scripture for a day such as that could be.
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In this case, the padded cell is more metaphoric. Again, this was inspired by my struggles with communication.
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