There are times when my eyes shine black
when all the anger spills from me like a burst dam
And I loathe myself for it
I flit from beautifying myself to despising my reflection
The mirror bleeds with pity and spitefulness
Was I always this way or was I manufactured?
He is still winning in those fleeting moments
when I wonder if it really was my fault
whether I asked for those fists to rein down on me
when there must have been a reason for him to be repelled
And then my face softens
My shield goes up in protection
and I know it wasn’t my fault
My situation is my cage
I feel like an injured bird
with my wings clipped and sore
How long will recovery take?
When will I find the clearing in the woods?
with the blue sky to laze beneath
and the soft breeze to kiss my face
Long blades of grass and flowerbeds with roses
My body dipped in peace and serenity
I keep searching and running
I just want to reach the finish line
before something inside me dies
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