seven or eight days
hardly a lifetime
but, forever to you
the way i made it seem
once left for dead
now a warm hand reached out
to pull you from the
placed you laid. forever.
the dirt from your nails
now stains your heart,
open it a little
to let the sun reach the glow of your face
the warmth of your heart
as you undo me
to show me the clean from the dread
the shadow in the cloud
surrounding you
like the moat you made a long, long time ago
telling all others
not to approach
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today is my day to experience a catharsis it seems.
a much needed purging.
it's as if i've taken out a old photo album, taking a closer look at myself and studying what i was feeling when the pic was taken.
seeing beyond the mask.
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