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NH owlways)

they told me only light would set me free
but darkness
did the work for me
whispered truths my mind denied,
the parts of me I’d cast aside.
I’ve danced with ghosts
inside my chest,
the ones that never
let me rest.
they spoke in screams,
in quiet blame,
and whispered softly:
I'm the same.
I learned that healing
wears not only white.
it bleeds,
it screams,
it moves through night.
my sanity's not
calm or clean.
it's scars that glow
in black between.
the witch they feared
was never mad,
just tired of masks
she once had.
she knows that
pain’s no curse,
no flaw.
it's psyche's way to
make us strong.
so call me wicked,
cold,
or strange.
I speak with wounds
that learn to change.
the dark’s my mirror,
fierce,
profound.
that’s where my
lost self was found (c)

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