Beneath the skin
It feels like
The flowers has wilted
The sweet dreams turned into nightmares
The scars started bleeding
The scream is carried by the wind
The heart has lost it's rhythm
Yet beneath the skin
There's something beautiful
Hoping for tomorrow's sunshine
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metanoia
Poetrymetanoia ; change in one's way of life resulting from penitence or spiritual conversion. . . HIGHEST RANKS: #6 in poetry | #10 in grief
