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written by: Nara Hodge
The quiet whispers of the night,
A caressing touch, a half-hidden smile.
Is it my dream? My imagination?
A restless mind's vivid creation?
I look for answers within myself.
That is my inevitable mistake.
There are no answers to be found,
Within my soul's restraining bounds.
To find the answers, I need to escape,
From my own self, from my confinement.
I need to release my other self
And beg her not to remain silent.
Perhaps when I confront my own fears
I shall be able to see things clear
Perhaps when I am no longer constrained
My fears will weaken, no doubts will remain.
Nara writes poetry in English and Russian.
She lives with her family in beautiful Oxfordshire, England.