Alone in her desolate thoughts
Amongst the evil ones she fought.
Always trying to sway back to her sacred side.
Fighting demons inside her mind, Feelings of discomfort she hides.
Across her arms are scars from despair.
She holds herself tight, exposed and bare.
Running away from the thoughts of grief.
Judged upon her recklessness and called a thief.
She was robbed of all that was good and embracing.
A life of challenges and confined to regret she was facing.
Faltering weaknesses behold her harmonious imprisonment.
Taken in by her longing absence.
She clutched on to whatever felt the safest even when they disappeared.
Nobody has ever understood her darkness because with her governed fear.
Even when she is alone, she feels black as night.
For with the somber feelings comes the fight.
©terrylin53
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