I can’t cry any more tears,
but I want to heal.
So I’ll sit in this chair
and paint what I feel.
.
If blue were a person,
she’d be both soft and bold.
She’d be beautiful forever
even when she grew old.
.
She’d wear surrender and peace,
covered head to toe.
The arms of her Lord
is the place she would go.
.
If blue were a person,
she’d want you to know,
to grieve is a gift;
to grieve is to grow.
.
Grief comes in many forms—
some cry; some yell.
Some run away from
what they deem to be Hell.
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That used to be me;
I won’t try to lie.
I refused to feel pain;
I refused to cry.
.
So I ran to medication;
I ran to be free.
I ran to the arms of men
who would never love me.
.
But I’m not that person anymore;
I let myself feel.
Those feelings I used to run from,
that’s how I heal.
.
So I’ll pick up these paints
when I’ve run out of tears.
I’ll paint through my pain;
I’ll face all my fears.
.
If blue were a person,
she’d want you to know
grieving is a gift;
it’s how we let go.
Kamille Grace | Where Creativity Meets Purpose 
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