It latley feels as the days are long
As if everything can go wrong
It has you wanting to give up
Without an exit as if your stuck
I’m here to remind you of your strength
To remind you of your respect
To remind you of your bravery
Be gentle in your road to recovery
The weight you carry on your shoulders
Does not control her
You’ve lived a life of tears and pain
In the road to heal and no hurt to remain
Your souls shines bright
Your smile shines like a light
Your eyes tell me a story
To never doubt and never worry
You’ve made it this far by yourself
Without any help
You are brave
Your heart will forgive
The world is yours and it starts here
A healed heart and no fears
You are brave you are kind
Everything is now behind
About the Creator
Tortured Soul
The soul careened blindly through a void where it scraped against the walls of a narrow tunnel, amassing a cumulative friction that created all the heat the devil would ever need to torment it. There was no light at the end, not even a fire. From the bottom a cold wind blew, and the clash of extremities spawned vapors of terror in the deadened and numbed appendage that was this strange, delirious, drunken consciousness.
By C. Rommial Butler6 days ago in Fiction
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