It is in a field of wildflowers that she lies, staring up at a bright and cloudy sky as the sun shines down on her tired face..for so long had she been trapped in the dark, so long she almost forgot what it was to be warm, to feel safe, to feel at peace. Beyond the darkness she knew light awaited her, and to finally be out of it is almost surreal, almost too good to be true. Sometimes she thinks she can still hear his voice, melancholy and afraid, but she knows in her heart that he is forever gone. Finally out of her life. Finally she is free from the shackles that chained her to the wall and held her back from the freedom she yearned for, for the power she knew was always deep insider her soul, begging to be let out. To be embraced with open and welcoming arms. And to smell the flora around her, to feel that breeze on her cheeks..it is to finally feel Alive again. That part of her that was trapped for so long in the clutches a demon who thought himself almighty is free..and forever shall she relish in that knowledge, in a sky full of clouds, and in a sun finally touching her cold and tired skin.
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a collection of whimsy
Поезіяa collection of heartfelt, whimsical, and ethereal writings that I create when inspired to - enjoy ♥️ Do note that some may be a bit harder to read than most, take this as a trigger warning.
