48 My Sandy Sculpture

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The shore a place to reminisce about the pictures I hold 

it is the place where i put bitter memories into a beautiful sandy sculptures  

it is my way to heal the aches of the wounds 

what Magical words i can say to myself to open doors for the light

what spell would allow my heart to use self love keys 

what's best to cure my mentality 

hold my breath and drown in the skies reflection 

or let go of the accumulated breath and float to the skies and blow

what should i do about the bridges i built ages ago 

burning the called bridges or solidify both ends connection

what to do with those pictures that confuses all my decisions!

and gave birth to all my demons 

those who live rent free in my head, pushing me to hate, curse and wish bad to other beings

i thought i was only full of light, always kind, pure and never curse for sure

i thought i am the only one good

darkness started to fill my lungs an push me out of the shore

until i start to bounce between my self image and what i truly live for

despair found its way to me 

and pulled me deep into the oceans hidden regions 

i felt all the scars cuts open 

and as darkness broke free through the ached holes of wounds 

i started to float out of the ocean 

until i reached the skies in a slow motion

i felt empty, free, liberated and surely differently molded 

darkness and light are bound to be together

it is the way everything bounces in order 

darkness drove me to do the thing i thought i would never consider 

chaining love with pain and pain with love

to finally end the journey of fear, the journey of letting go and the journey of moving on

and now my faith is restored, the sandy sculpture rest assure on the shore 

letting the ocean kiss its golden grains and eventually fade! 

letting the ocean kiss its golden grains and eventually fade! 

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