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Veil of Thorns
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My veil of thorns
has lifted,
The wounds
are healing
as the scars fade,
Gone are
the bleeding torments
of my soul.
The pains
have been deafening,
The holes
in my heart
seem un-mendable,
The scars
and incisions
on my hips
almost destroyed me.
The darkness
feels incomprehensible
to all around me/
Only perhaps Mother
and Frida Kahlo
truly understand
this level
of pain.
I have had
to endure years
of feeling trapped
inside a
malfunctioning body
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