“She was an example of a monument that was filled with cold, non breathing steel elements but filled with elegance.”

He had hurt her beyond abuse, and now she doesn’t let his name also pass through her mind.

She journaled frequently – what did I learn from this particular situation in relation to myself. These question helped her understand herself much better.

She understood what it meant to have a breathing space, she gave her loved ones enough to bloom in the light of sparkling silence.

She wrote for herself, the power of her emotions became pearls of words and ink.

She is the rarest sun gem birthed from the deepest core of Earth sanity.

Her core is filled with gratitude and blooming energy.

She is evergreen with the blend of citrus madness in her being and veins.

December is her month to let go and break open with freedom to be her own hero.

She trusted her inner strength with the colors of gratitude and patience.

She was the scented wilting rose petal that decorated the pages of breaths of someone else.

There is no longer him in her words or heart or mind, finally she is only hers.

She is December with imprinting traces of love daises on white canvas of life.

December will spark the wisdom and knowledge in her breaths so she becomes a new woman in her real form.

Her chilled bones are stolen, to be as guidance and illumination for twisted paths of truth.

Your ego has ruined my honor and happiness.

I crumble into a ball, with the chest pain exploding my soul, the memories and madness is killing me, will you help me?