For so long she has worn
this mask A visard of
control and strength
there are no cracks in this
persona but she never
allows anyone too close
Percase they find a
weekness to exploit they
all look at her but they
don't see trough a blade
never touched her skin her
guilt has cut her soul like a razor the scars she
bears are deep and ugly
She has came to feel there
was comfort in pain there
was solace to be found
in darkness suffering
gives birth to such canards
so in darkness and
solitude she existed
Then one day she saw a
faint light A candel held
by a beautiful angel as
as he approched she felt
strange
the pain lessened
when he was near his
warmth caressed her heart
and soul feelings long
dead began to grow
ever so slowly hope started
to returnher journey
from the darkness had
begun the future is far from
clear for her
the journey is long and has
many pitfalls the
first ste is taken to
start living again
all because of an angel in the darkness !
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