mental health

Some day it’ll be a faded scar

Lost in a masquerade

Holding tightly onto the strings

Dancing and praying

Ripping the heels off

And pulling the scabs

A bloody trail on the beige carpet

Fuzzy, gummy lint piling up

Painful and tiptoeing

Sirens wailing

Time to talk to the sketch artist

Make sure it’s not backwards

Someday, it’ll be a faded scar

The forks in the road paved over

And the gravel won’t hurt anymore

Mindful, self-compassion is just the start

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