She sketches the faces
Of all who have hurt her.
Everyone who ever
Held her head beneath
The lapping waves.
Anyone who shoved her
Into the dirt.
The anger fills her,
She can’t help the raging bonfire within.
She closes her eyes,
Draws in a breath
And feeds those pictures to the wind.

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Spring is finally here


Spring has finally come,
winter has flown away
on wings of warmth.

She has finally thawed,
her heart is no longer
coated in ice,
like a pane of glass,
frosty in subzero temperatures.

Spring is the opening, the start,
the world begins anew in spring.
Spring is the season for healing,
for emerging, for rebirth.
Broken hearts begin to heal
and so do broken girls.

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