She breathes love where grief remains.
She knows love will never fully absolve grief.
Grief is love choosing to carry on after them.
This love can bloom beautiful wonders if she wills it.
She’d been broken since she was eight.
Freedom felt wrong when home and abuse felt like the same thing.
She holds her abandoned parts with soft hands.
The anemones sway in the violet light.
The earth reminds her nature was her mother first.
Destiny asks,
“Do you think she will mother herself how she needed?”
Fate replies,
“I do hope so.”
There are so many wonderful things for her to experience if she can only heal by choosing what makes her feel seen,
heard,
wanted by herself.
She’s beginning to be the home her dreams need.
Eternity says,
“She’ll do it.
It’s in her blood.”
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