2 girls learning how to heal their bruised and cracked souls while using poetry as a solace to express the pain of their experiences and the process of learning to accept the changes.
If you relate with any of these poems or stories, our hearts hurt...
I whisper softly and wish it could reach your soul Let me fill the void. Let me fight the monsters. The light suits you better than the dark.
But I know, my heart rips because I already know, No one can fight your battle for you And your monster? Only you can kill it. I'm useless during your fight.
But I'll be here. When you are bruised, bloody, and half dead from the fight, I'll be right here waiting for you And I'll bandage your wounds, and tell your tired soul of the victory you've won. I'll be here.
-Midnight Liberty
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