the ink of my heart | poetry
2020larries
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she sits there,
naked and exposed
to the artist
hiding away behind
the blank canvas;
tears stream down her face
while goosebumps trace
her skin
for she is vulnerable
against the world
trying to paint her
picture perfect
to its eye.
|unnamed poetry which reflects upon self healing and growth|