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My anger was dark-colored, holding weight against my temperament,

Choke my faith, or the lack thereof,

And so my rage was engraved in my pain, the threads of patience wore loose, a sharp pain of guilt I never saw coming,

Uninvited, aswept through with an aura of pure bliss,

I knew something was amiss,

Sitting cross-legged around a fire of hope, my anxiety rose and my thoughts gave in, to

FEAR

PARANOIA

PAIN

WORTHLESSNESS

And a myriad of emotions, except, they weren’t really emotions, but experiences and watered-down assurances and endless affirmations,

When I opened my eyes it was morning, any excuse went out the window from when the moon went down,

Foolish Anger.

Nessa 💜