Poetry by Tanna Lynn Pekrul









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My Hidden Voice

Broken Vows

It's a bond,
It's trust,
It's never-ending love.
A lifetime of commitment
to be shared
with the one you have chosen.

Two beings become one,
To tear them apart
would bring pain and torture,
Perhaps....death.

A surge of pain
has ripped through
my body.
I have been torn.
I have been tortured.
I see death.

by Tanna Lynn Pekrul - 1995

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