but not so distant dreams keep her weary soul from resting,
hope and anger battle internally.
she is keeping it together; finally getting the hang of it
still barely treading, but keeping her head above water and
her eyes on the shore.
she hurts but she's done showing it,
vows of silence slowly begin to fade memories into the back of her mind
and voices starting to completely be silenced; images fuzzy and feelings not so clear.
she prays and she is constant
whispered fears and hopes and pains; dreams and confusion and love,
the only completely safe place to turn to gives her comfort.
she's breathing and she hears it.
and her heart is beating and her mind is turning and she is so very much alive.
and in the gathering nightfall, in the silence and in the calm and the stillness of the air,
she sighs and she feels it.
in her gut, in her bones, in the very depths of her being
she is healing and she is proud of it.
slowly and piece by piece, she is putting herself back together
and hope is restored and happiness is returning and the sun is shinning brighter every day.
she is loved and she knows it.
and she couldn't be more thankful for it.
everything she ever hoped of being.
she is. and she will be.
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