She luks into da cracked n broken mirror bt she cannot c herself, only da stranger dey left behind wen dey tuk pieces of her. A scarred soul, tainted spirit n a vacated mind- memories 2 hard to bare. She hs footprints on her hart, sum1 tried to trample on her. Nw filled wt fear, immobilized, stagnant neither here nor there. She used to dare 2 dream nw she cn only dream 2 dare. Bt den agen who cares? Certainly nt da ghosts of her past dat haunt her at evri corner. She hs bcum familiar wt hurt and well acquainted wt da pain. Anger, resentment, hatred n bitterness hv built a wall around her. Nw nuthin bad cn touch her bt neither cn healing, comfort n peace reach her. The teardrops of her past hv carved a distinct pathway down da contours of her face. She cud b yo mada, yo dota, yo sista, yo frend or evn yo wife. She is a woman wounded. A queen a goddess a princess. She is beautiful evn wt da sorrow in her eyes. She is stl strong n wl nt b victimized. She is relentless, selfless n so she continues to trust, to hope and to love again. She is a woman once wounded but nw healed. N healing dose around her. Evn dose who hv hurt her. She is a woman.
Posted on: Mon, 30 Sep 2013 08:58:29 +0000
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