Bleeding Emotion
When I give myself up to
the darkness inside, the happy
facade that I've perfected
shatters. Suddenly I am vulnerable
to the world I've worked so hard
to protect myself from. And i tried
to pick up the shards and pieces
but they cut me. My wounds are
bleeding not blood but instead
emotion. And those emotions
shot up around me and painted
a mosaic in the sky. All reds and
yellows, blues and pinks until
I made the decision to look up
And above me I saw that they
left me a fiery picture of dawn.
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