She wades in rivers of divinity draping the stars across starlit cheeks.
Pools of hope rejuvenate her tired spirit.
The graveyard still whispers nothings into her heart, hoping she’ll open the door to let the monsters in.
With hindsight, she remembers what they did to her.
How they made her feel.
What they made her to do herself.
She’d be dead if it wasn’t for the love she learned how to give herself.
She wades in ponds of serenity reflecting in ripples of prophecies yet to pass.
She’s learning how to feel into the parts of her still holding on to Mother’s hand.
Water remembers.
She’ll never forget.
In order to dive deeper into her dreams, she will have to leave the past behind.
She’s made it this far.
How grateful her heart is, knowing she chose to hold on.
Starlight glows brightest when darkness falls.
She etches her name into time, knowing the gift of life is in how deep the heart can feel.
How much love the heart can hold.
How hope heals its scars with forgiveness’s kiss.
How the sunlight can begin to warm memories sorrow once filled.
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