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Sit in front of a mirror
Write about every wrinkle on your face
Write about all the pain, the terror
Write about your blessings, the Lord’s grace

Paint a picture of your life
Moments etched in colour
Balanced on the edge of a knife
Moments, that could have been duller

Sit, and ruminate, think aloud
What horrors you faced, yet here
You are, alive and ticking, proud
Sit and vanquish all your fear

The words will come, like tomorrow’s sunrise
They’ll flow unbidden like a river
Like a teardrop at the edge of your eyes
Sit, and make time quiver…

Sit, until the story’s finished, done
The art, it blooms all on its own
It blinds everyone it meets, like the sun
Then walk away, happy, alone…