We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
Ceasing.
I came into a dark space
Holding myself in the night
Waiting for the storm to fade
Longing for something unknown
Breaking a mirror and getting weird
I held my fortress
And the beauty of it all
Is the rain began to fall
Fires burning came to dust
The worms came up for air
I knew we were free
And i was no drama king
I was just handing myself
A pen
And a paint brush.
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