Once Upon a Time
12 days later
she stopped crying,
yet the bitterness
of his stinging words
still clung to her heart
choking like
vines, burying her
soul deeper and
deeper
12 months later
she saw the light
at the end of a
well worn tunnel,
her heart still
prickled from the
thorns of hurt
12 years later
she was merely
a shell of the
emotionally starved
creature who had
climbed back from
oblivion, a new life
forged from a wounded
soul, all because she was
set free, soaring with love
which could outshine
the sun, for in 12 lifetimes
she could never be loved
as she is loved now...
Lynn West
(c) 2011
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