Awakening
I’ll spill myself in blood-red paint;
my heartbeat no longer faint.
This will be a masterpiece
that brings me inner peace.
Paint will replace my tears
and cover fears;
color me banshee.
In the strewn debris
my soul will find its wings
and the heartstrings
that kept me tightly bound
I’ll cut with a steady hand found
as a part of me
I could never before see.
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