In A Meadow Where Flowers Dance
A Spirit Brightly Takes the Stage
With Energetic Charm and Soft Gaze
She Twirls Beneath the Sun's Bright Glow
Facing her Demons, Letting the Pain Rush Through her Stems
Until the Darkness Consumes her, Rising to the Surface
She Embraces Her Shadows, Letting the Pain Rip Create ScarsS
So She Can Become Whole Again, A Tale of Both Grit and Grace
As She Learns to Forgive Herself, Embracing Herself Fully
So she Dances in the Meadows, Standing Tall
Accepting her Mistakes, Vowing to Be Better
Moving With Peace, Courage, and Serenity
To Change What She Can and Accept What She Can't
So She Spreads Her Seeds
For Those Who Also Come to the Meadow to Dance
For They Will Always Have a Place Among the Wildflowers
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“The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room.” Alice was sitting in the park when she read the quote from her novel. The words cut through her like a knife. She was surprised because the cover seemed safe, and the setting was a gorgeous woman surrounded by wildflowers in front of an adorable cottage. It seemed so peaceful and yet there was a reminder in bold triggering words. It brought her back to the torment, the painful reminder of living with the “Prince of Darkness” and his cult following. Her breath deepened, and she could feel the tightening in her chest. She began to look around her surroundings. She needed reassurance that she was safe and that her predator was not close. It was as if she lived in a constant state of fear and panic.
By AGirlFromSF3 years ago in Fiction
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