she got up again
after stumbling down
like she always did
whenever she touched the ground
scars on her feet
scars on her knees
in the dreaded heat
all she wants is peace
her soul tormented
her flesh tortured
what has she got left
nothing but the bloody shirt
tears of pain rolling down her cheeks
in the rain where no one could see
blood oozing out washed by the rain
no proof of her suffering nor of the pain
nothing but scars
nothing heals in her life
broken and forsaken
that’s all she’s been through in her life
slipping as she walked along that slippery road
a road leading to where, she does not know
passers by just taking a look but stopping to help?
she could only wish, and hope that they would
yet all that is seen
is a wrench of a girl
nothing worth stopping for
nothing worth to save
no choice does she have
for she cannot choose
but to walk this road
in hopes for a place
a heaven for lost souls
a place for her
a paradise to heal
and wash away her pain
the drenching water stops pouring
the gold rays started shining
all soaked and wet, not disturbing
the sight of light, a new hope coming
rising up is her spirit
the though of being trampled over again
is no longer haunting
for there is light awaiting
at the end of the road calling
she is arising
arising to the light
nothing can ever stop her
nor will anything break her
the sight of the heaven’s eye
giving hope for the future
where her dreams will come true
no more pain, no more torture
she will…
be stronger…
and persevere…
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