'no matter how hard the wind howls,
the mountain will never bow to it'
the world had been harsh on her.
pain broke her down
always pushing her
to the depths of the deep, dark sea
holding her there
till she can breathe no more
grief tore her soul
she lost her mum at a young age
leaving a gaping hole
in her heart
that no amount of glue, tape
love, hugs or comfort
could heal
betrayal scarred her soul
the words he said
would never be erased from her mind
nor would she be able to shake off
the constant, lingering voice in her mind
to not trust people
lest history repeats itself.
she's broken.
she's scarred,
she's torn, tattered, bruised
she's pained,
she's hurting
and most of all,
she's human
a really special human being, actually
for despite all these
she proves everyone wrong
she proves herself wrong
over and over,
again and again.
for despite all these,
a tiny spark of hope
still remains in her
all she needed
was to find the
fuel to her flame.
for despite all these,
she still manages to rise from dark
and conquer all her pain and hurt
she still managed to rise from the ashes
reborn as a phoenix.
the phoenix that
everyone admires
for centuries to come
because of how strong she is.
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Fragments of A Soul
Poetry'I'm no longer a whole; just fragments of a soul. My life is no longer red or yellow or blue; all that's left is a greyish hue. But, my soul will be whole once again and my life will be filled with sunshine and rain. Till then, words will be my esc...
