The kindness you pour onto others
is longing for it to pour on yourself
I’m painting a canvas colourful but all I can see is black and white,
The fire of faith is yearning to ignite
I used to sing and dance,
But now I just stare into the void
I see the plants grow with my wound,
How many stitches will it require to mend the bruise?
Every step I take feels fragile,
Trying to solve my own puzzles
Craving the urge to heal
Seems like a big deal.
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