The voices that yabble wabble in your head,
the ants that sting your heart,
telling you you’re unworthy,
repeating lies…
I will chase away,
chase them all away.
Like dawn amidst the hopeless grey.
Like soft kisses on bandage,
planting reassurance,
reminding you you’re cherished always.
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Exposition: Sometimes, all it takes is a listener or a kind reassurance to chase the dark clouds away. Thank you for choosing kindness.
The Inky Blue 
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