Shake off the cloak of despair
Chills that run down my spine
Scars that actively define
Sending messages of fear
Yet ever silent to the ear
Quakes that permeate my soul
Strikes a chord to shake my goal
Seeks to unseat my direction
By its vocal sly deflection
Pity resists this misdirection
Sparks much strength in this direction.
Sending messages of hope
To shake off that fearful cloak.
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Karen Burns is 49 and lives in Coventry, England. She is a graduate at Warwick after completing a Social Studies degree. Her interests are reading, poetry, writing reviews and she has a blog all about her daughter who has an eating disorder.
