She is awake.
Finally. This life ended. Stillness. Her heart silent. It beats for no one.
Do you remember her?
Her smile bright easy. Who mourns
this lost soul or cries for her. Do you
miss what you could not understand?
Perhaps you could not see. Misguided she was lost. Parts of her missing.
Did you see her? She
saw nothing. No way out. There was no hope only pain. Real pain.
Tears unshed. Her armor
strong. Her will unbroken. She laughed. She danced.
The audience loved her. Her
performance brutal honest. We admired
her strength.
A rose wilted. Her
petals stained torn. Her light
diminished. She felt unloved truly loved
by no one. Her branches heavy. Windswept her leaves fell gently to the
dampened soil her roots exposed. To whom
was she connected. Her wings clipped.
Her uncaged self, soars.
Begging freedom across the clear sky kissing the wind with lips so
pure. He forgives her. He knows her pain her sorrow. This world too big. She takes breath. She takes flight this momentum borne of her
fragility. She is an eagle. At peace she returns home.
Who mourns for her I wonder. Her story alive. Crimson tarnishes the wood beneath her. Finally at peace. Stillness.
This heart silent. This soul
released. Her breath gentle upon the dandelion
seeds to carry her wishes home and set her free.
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