She opened her eyes to a tormented bright light
Awakening, free
Faintest of smile playing on her face
As she admired the ethereal beauty of the place
Gracefully danced her way through her new-found liberty
Felt like her real self,
Felt like home
In the light..........to forever expose.
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Soul Of The Darkest Hour
PoetryDo we want to escape the realities of our lives if there were only pleasure and happiness, not horrendous lies? Some say an abundance of darkness is what makes us appreciate a trickle of light. There was meant to be a balance not a pit of chaos in t...
