The cynic

As time passed by,
She let those memories fade and die
Because thinking 'bout them hurt
As for him, did she fall and bite the dirt.
Time healed her, in ways words never could,
Life caught up, as it promised it would.
And she breathed a breath of liberation,
For her will power, was her own profound creation.
No one would break her again,
she was adamant never to feel an ounce of pain.
No one would tell her she couldn't,
She'd pursue it anyway, light and prudent.
And she rose, bright as the sun,
For with the people's dullness was she done.
And they stared at her, awe in their eyes,
For this girl dealt with betrayal and lies.
And those who abandoned her, gaped all day,
As they chocked and knew not what to say.
She was excellence in every form,
Every second, from dusk to dawn.