Take it in,
All the pain.
The heartbreaks,
The sins.
Let the scars on your soul show,
And blend with nature.
Let the light flow,
Let the darkness go.
The scribbles,
Add to the artistry of the piece,
And the colorlessness,
Values the color.
Evil fragments,
Peaceful ornaments,
All a part of your soul.
So let it be and slow down.
You will grow,
When peace with yourself
Is what you sow.
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Mend
PoetrySomething's misplaced. It's broken, it's harmed and stabbed and hurt. Our visions are blur for we don't look at what's not visible - what's inside, the power and beauty within and how it is misaligned. We need to heal, we need to mend.
