Freshly cut battle scars merely sharpen her numb
Any comfort once sought couldn't spare her a crumb
Puncturing for release skin drawn tight as a drum
Closing all roads that lead to her heart
A statistic they say suffering from self abuse
Not that she'd ever use such a flimsy excuse
Many moons have now passed since her demons let loose
Ripped up any road circling her heart
Innocence taken from her when still very young
As the winds of change howled and the pendulum swung
Got her first taste of blood biting down on her tongue
Shredding every string tied to her heart
Chilling loneliness haunting a bottomless soul
Suffocating attempts at regaining control
Her mind wanders down old memory lane for a stroll
Ever further away from her heart
She's a fighter and stands proud at last in a place
Were her undeserved shame finally runs out of space
I'll be first off the mark in the ultimate race
For a chance to get close to her heart
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peto (
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Comments3
Here is hoping that you both find you are the right person to belong in her heart.
Here's hoping
Cheers dusk
A powerful write petp with a finalé to bring signs of better things coming to a life so formerly abused. The read brought me near tears as you captured the nightmare that had to be fought.
Thank you Fay
Truly appreciated
Warrior...
Bragee
I almost put warrior princess in last line
Thank you
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