Sundae

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…

But,
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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