It’s Sunday!
As sun rays enrobe every ounce of my flesh tanned by its undeniable love.
A love so powerful,
Squib or not,
Only words of Grace posses my vocal cords when my throat is bit by the Angry bug.
A sun so heartwarming and considerate.
Anytime you’re cold and jittery,
It simmers and,
Folds the hand of each demon resting on your shoulders with ice in their veins…

Some days?
I get confused.
Why am I here?
What is the truth,
Of this life full of moments of cheers,
And fears you fight hard to move on from?
Where in my mind can I find a haven of peace?
To silence “That” voice strangling my ear drums,
With reminders of how hideous my scars are…

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