It was as though all the life had been taken from her,
All that remained was the hollow shell of a woman,
Cracked and fragile,
So fragile she could have easily turned to dust.
It was as though all the strength had been taken from her,
All that remained was a trembling mess of a person,
Terrified and frail,
So frail she could have shattered into nothing.
It was as though all the joy had been taken from her,
All that remained was a dying spark of hope,
Hollow and cold,
So cold she could have frosted over.
She had been eviscerated.
She had been broken.
She had been used.
Now nothing remained.
A walking corpse.
A floating grave.
An empty casket.
Her existence was snuffed out.
But don't be fooled,
From death,
From destruction,
There is life.
She would rise.
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PuisiA collection of poems and quotes about difficult situations and emotions. It helps me to work through my feelings when I write them down and I hope it helps others to read them.
