Gold By Design Trimeric
Your dense scars are proof you survived,
vivid dreams filled with old worries;
Fears creep as you close your eyes,
mental bruises that sometimes still hurt;
Vivid dreams filled with old worries,
bite your tongue to keep them dormant;
Blood scabs with a bit of fresh clarity;
Fears creep as you close your eyes,
yanked to the left and back to the right;
Released again with each sunrise;
Mental bruises that sometimes still hurt,
rest easy they long ago were healed;
Fly now, those marks are gold by design.
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