The loud laugh replaced the sad sobs
The eyes dried to tear no more
Each finger slowly unfolded from the tight

Her hands shading the last blood drop
She looked up and smiled
For burn she felt not
She knew pain not
She felt hurt not
From her knees to her feet
Gracefully she rose as a flower boastful of
Its petals

Reborn, no more fight, no more pain
Vengeance she forgot, letting go of the past
Never again would the storm steal her

Never again would pain chain her wings
In darkness she won’t have a position
Her wounds she kissed with pleasure
Her scars she wore in pride
Broken but perfect
The pages closed a new chapter began
Empty not for purpose filled her being


Published by inkedtears

The story teller. We all are perfect in our own imperfection.

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