When you face the mirror and can own every flaw, every question, any answer. When you can lure out anger, sadness, pain. When you can smile, have some confidence, see your worth. When depression has good days, anxiety is calm, the day warm with sunlight. When needed darkness veils, trials of life pause momentarily, the bleak lightens it's burden on already broken shoulders. When the dead guard the featherlight side until it is your time, when the notion of redemption becomes a personal responsibility, when the moon adds silver to the blues. Then the shield can be lowered, hurt can speak for itself, the bleeding sails you back to soul. To gut the rot from inside sometimes you have to r o a r.
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