Where the Night Holds me

Scars of my past, bruises to my name,

Where can I go to get rid of the shame?

Past stays in its past, where silence lay,

Bullshit, then why is it here but to stay?

There was a time when dreams laid bare,

When people only met me with a glare.

Nobody ever said life was safe from loss,

Determined as I am to obey the cross.

Thoughts I’m not enough, or too much,

These are the things I aim not to touch.

Thoughts are loud, calling me through,

Mustn’t believe them, in minds queue.

Breakthroughs occur on nights delight,

Not all healing journey’s in minds sight.

Feel grief, feel pain, where day shines,

By nights dark blue sky, it gives signs.

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