Today is the day I got my life back and 4 years ago I decided it was time to choose me and I did and I channeled my pain and heart in a poem
Every version of her brought soul,when she walked into a room you could feel her storm,you could feel her wave, and yet she made you double take just in case you missed it.
It was passed down to her legacy to lineage crossing lines her ancestors couldn’t and why?!? For the plot,for the watchers that found doubt in her,for the ones that took her strength and tried using it against her,for the battles she was dragged through and came out covered in roses and thorns ,roses and thorns that pierced so deeply even she couldn’t feel them
In walked a rose,covered in dirt,mud, with thorns piercing her spine,she couldn’t possibly be that strong that said,she couldn’t possibly not feel those thorns,why doesn’t she take them out?!?
Oh so you do see them?!? So why did you watch and stare as she hurt?!? The depth of her soul became on display as she did feel them,she did know they was there but only can the one facing their battles head on and choose to pull them out her side,hands trembling at her own strength,at the warrior that saw her own battle wounds and chose to feel them anyway!
well done on your 4 years friend. Keep up the amazing work 
