We live to survive our paradoxes

I sometimes still hide
In the closet like Goo
Buried in blankets and
Hidden shame

And I still scream
From the top of my lungs
On the back porch
Like Kyra taught me

Get the evil out
This vicious circle
And black hole just grow
Opened by the blade

My hemorrhaging shipwreck
Bleed it out
All those crushed roses
Underfoot

But then CPR pounded chest
By the light of a chord
Past the fresh bruise
And blackened eye

Scarred and bruised
I'm growing wings
Maybe it's worth
Letting some oxygen in
Through the veins
The water flow
From underneath
That burned down bridge

And maybe I can
Build you a door
For you to walk through
To be newly born