She’s fallen from grace, she’s lost inside,
But she doesn’t turn anywhere and she doesn’t hide.
Instead, she quite likes the pain that she feels,
Where the pain resides.
She turns to her foes and her enemies as they are one and she greets them from the inside out.
The pain is an instilled beauty, a friend that she longs for frequently. It’s a truth that won’t lie. It’s a truth that never denies.
She’s lost, but she knows her home. She greets it as she walks through the door and she brings it with her wherever she goes. It’s always a friend to her and she can always count on it.
Instead of being washed over with fear, she embraced the ever changing longing for the cold hard truths that behaved accordingly. She felt at home dark inside where the truth can never be denied.
Rejection only made her thirst more for a home of her own, for her offspring as she never allowed the cruel wicked fate to befall them that had chosen her.
The lost little girl, once so tired and exhausted had now become a mother and within the maiden journey she enveloped a new being. The pain she turned into beauty for she only knew how to make things brighter.
The light she shines that holds behind it the demons she fights, will always be the guiding light for so many lost souls. Who she feels so apart of and longs to be with.
The wicked cold hard fate that befall so many.
The rejection she felt was never much but a redirection into what she needed. She was never found by anyone, she lost herself and found herself all the time. The linear path wasn’t a choice but a curse.
Healed and broken, sewn and opened.
No matter the gaping holes within her, there was zero chance of failure. The pain and the fire became her armour.
For nothing can dampen a women who chooses to fight within the fire and fury, she walks fierce amongst man and denies anything impure or not of the same courage.
Forged from the flames, she brings a new kind of home. Her enemies can’t reach her where she resides.
Written by:
Meghan O’Neill
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