Must there always be pain
In the centre of my heart?
The more I dig up
The more I realise it’s just the start
A black hole in my soul
It seems to be stretching
A ripped canvas inside
Torn by tortured sketching
It seems my heart
Is actually a graveyard
Buried dreams, traumas, emotions
The headstones scarred
One by one
I dig them up
Exhume this bitterness
And replace it with love
Graveyard
Anger, Bitterness, Christian Poetry, Depression, Emotions, Fear, God, Healing, Hope, Pain, Poetry, Redemption, Trauma, Writing
Dawn & Dusk 
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