rustywrite
All her hopes, desires, and dreams were once given wings-promised skies filled with freedom, love, and belonging. She believed. She soared.
But just as she reached for the sun, those wings were clipped-by words unspoken, by love unmet, by promises broken in silence.
Her heart, once full of joy, shattered-not with noise, but with quiet ache. And yet... she smiled. Not because she was healed, but because she had learned to carry the pain with grace.
She moved on-not in loud rebellion, but in stillness.
Not to prove anything, but to protect everything that remained within her.
No tears. No closure. Just a quiet farewell stitched in strength.
What do you expect from someone whose soul learned to fly through brokenness?
Just this:
A heart that still beats.
A woman who still walks.
A smile that hides a thousand storms.
And a silence louder than any scream.
She is not what she lost.
She is what she chose to survive.