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Cottons of warmth fill my chest
The fine hairs of my skin rise, mimicking an open meadow bending to the waves of air
The kind of air that surrounds you
And you feel relief
A slow widened smile comes to life
I can't help myself, my inner child screams in excitement
How can one person be so captivating?

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Surrounded by broken glass, had the vase shattered once more.

Like wet sand had the speckles splintered my blood soaked fingers,

Holding my heart, filling the holes, scraping the surface to find a new layer

A new me, hidden under the scarred flesh, my precious Pride stood across the room, frozen.

The mirror I once admired, darkness reflected before me

Where had my Motivation fled?

Chaos no longer dances with me, all of what that was the crowd now against the wall, staring.

My heart, rid of crying, complaining, cursing and criticizing, all but a fragile bulb filled with hurt

Too tight and it shall melt away onto the dust this vase once was

Too loose and it shall fall into the wrong hands

Free Of Pain

Hang me out to the wind and reveal my broken skin

Bruises deep within, only scratches are left for proof

All that show who I am, I am not me

I am not who you think I may be, because of these

All that display who I have been

I am not defined by them but they are all you see

Hidden behind the veins of hurt

I am no longer beautiful

My heart no longer bleeds

My eyes no longer cry for love

My body, broken by your words

My hands, they cover my shame

Sunny days, now painful

And the clouds remind me of my wounds

All of that I am I cannot be anymore

I am broken and no longer deserve to be

Free of my wounds

Free of my shame

Free of your words

Free of pain

Free of me, who I used to be