Inner Voice by Tandzi & Fkaay

I speak for that girl who gave it all,
I'm the echo of that voice  desperately needing  to be heard;
The sound of her voice is like thunder,
When the rain falls with no raindrops.
Her face is freckled with love,
Beaming like rays of the sun.
She hides under the shadow of agony,
Afraid to fly without wings.
She limps in pain,
Crawls with dreadful awe to see each day prevail like sunrise shining to reveal the beauty of nature.
She's held captive by her soul,
Absorbed by the scar her own heart inflicts on her.
She's wounded
With lacerations so deep she hides her imperfections in them.
The essence of what used to make her
Gashing  like waterfalls
Running out of honesty,
Courage,spunk and light,
She's bleeding to death;
Embedded in her sorrows and Held hostage by the pains awaiting tomorrow.
She is like a scarred lioness putting up a face,
As she paints her face jolly,
Like the moon she has no light of her own;
The scars of failure attenuate her esteem to zero.
She's desperate for someone to look beyond the fake smile
Yearning to be told
"I see you"
To stop her cries
And heal her heart;
Engulfed and thrust in depression like French fries immersed in fat.
I speak for that girl who gave it all,
I transform her pains to everlasting joys.
Like a joystick, I want her to control her;
Change her mindset,
She's no zero but a hero plus.
She's been contused for a numbered years,
Her soul needs a peaceful slumber.
I'm the  echo of her voice,
It vibrates in the atmosphere making waves,
That she rises up rapidly with a winning streak.
Let her rise,
Allow her to speak,
Let her be,
August as a queen;
A beautiful woman.

©Fkaay&Tandzile 'Tandz'