Critical marking
Imprints on the heart and soul
Painful memories
Blasting past deaf ears
Trapped in isolation
Wounded heart cries out
Sense creeps in at last
Slumbering idle mind leaps
Crashing to stir life
Back into my heart
Punch out those scathing cruel words
Must Do better, she says
Next time comes around
My work is even harder
Head held high I wait
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