She bathes in the love she once denied herself.
How good it feels to lift her eyes to infinity.
She can see her reflection in the watery sky.
How different she looks as she learns to see herself with love.
Whispers still find her.
There is still a battle, for the past doesn’t let us go as easily as we wished.
The scars on her wrists and thighs still hide from the light when she smiles.
She doesn’t know how to love the parts of her that had to learn how to survive without a mommy,
but she’s learning.
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