“Like a phoenix she triumphantly rose
after slowly dying by degrees.”
Hovering just above hell
and painful ruin,
fluttering,
struggling like a
dazzling butterfly
in hot fervent wind,
she was tormented by
thoughts kept in sweet silence,
bidding her to scream
as her spirit’s random fury
counted the days
until darkness, then
hope appeared
like a ray of sunshine
through dark clouds
dispelling certain fear,
caressing delicate
cold sensitivities, and
suddenly life became
vibrant and lovely as
a shining auburn sunrise~




Seriously, I'm still tearing up - and smiling at the same time! 






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