Harmoniously in the cathedral, she knelt before the saints as they welcomed her with holy and open arms.
They know of all her sins and still, they have not forsaken her.
Has she discovered her place in this world at long last?
Will she lose it again?
All of the unanswered questions ring within the confines of her mind, though there is peace among it as well.
She embraces the struggles of her journey as she steadies her mind, at long last, taming the demons that have made their homes deep within.
She emerges victorious from those who would wish nothing except pain and despair upon her, she has regained precious control and wields it vicariously.
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Eunoia
Poetry{ONGOING} Poetry from the mending mind ❝I am soft again, there is water and it surrounds me, there is feeling and I can feel it, I am awake and alive and swollen and heavy with love, I am changing and I am loving change.❞ © AVA
