Shake It Out

Her and the blank page
Again and again
Day after day
Morning after morning
Week after week
Page after page
There should be stitches at her wrists
Where did all this pain inside her come from?
Behind the mask,
There was a pretty-eyed woman
But she hid the rest of her face
She found it too hard to believe in her full-out beauty
The words were written as she kept up this doubting
Her face was always darkest before her greatest dawn
She couldn’t see the gardens
Nor could the woman see the rose bushes
It was too dark
But now that she found something beautiful about herself on these pages,
She ripped the mask off from her facial features
The pain was universal, so it didn’t matter where all the sorrow came from
She was still here now
And today she was burying her grace-less heart in the ground
Shaking out the demons with her and the blank page

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