Sometimes I think
The scariest things I can think of
Already happened.
These little leaps of faith
This heart on my sleeve
These hands I hold
In these rooms
Of strangers who are me
Can only lead me out of this cave.
Together,
We’re brave.
Be Brave
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During the healing process my small black heart morphed into a dark blue heart, incomplete in the middle. And I love it.
by Julie Blue 