she swims an ocean of tears, navigating her pain with a graceful eloquence reserved for the most majestic of beings.
Solace is found herein, measured by depth within the flowing ease, knowing the real, so far away, is dull and harmless.Her soft satin skin unencumbered by the scars of past affliction, a contention never to be removed from the silk of her creation.
Her soul as tender as a first kiss, the kind that retains the unspoken promise therein.
She holds her head high as her soul drowns in dreams of yesterday, Choking on the remembrance of the life she was supposed to have, the one dreamed when dreams were still safe.
Her tumultuous spirit at war with the very idea of hope, begging to be heard, to be seen, to be felt.
2 comments:
You just wrote about me at a time I needed to read it the most.
Thank you.
BRAVO. BRAVO.
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