again. The sin has been amended.
Courage, in its innocence reveals
the masterpiece that terror had concealed.
Haunted by their great supposed-to-be's.
Sifting through their layers of disease.
Widening the scope to find
their lens was always broken.
Listening to what is never spoken.
Bits and pieces drifting in the morass
that their ordered lives can't end.
for a reason to survive.
Beginning, just once more, to feel alive.
In pain, they used to pull your strings.
Now the freeform of the dance begins.
Misplaced, the strings were twirling inside.
Until you found the space to just abide.
To be yourself. Reborn again.
Into an essence that can never end...
? Michaelette ?
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