NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day 8

Dark Room

A dark room gives
Fresh fire
A chance to hold
My head up higher
Than the light
Threatening slice me
Up into pieces
No other fix
Will do
A call to heart
Disguising lie rotting
Across the cuts
Beautiful in simplicity
Glorious reflection
Of the soul
A dark room gives
Fresh fire
A chance to lift
My head up higher
Than the light
Weighing heavy
On my pieces
No other fix
Will do
A blinding truth

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