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Created | Updated Oct 20, 2009
I want to tell a story but, I don't know where to begin
The start is halfway through and the end is nowhere to be seen.
A spirit rising from the ashes like a phoenix from the flames.
What broke so many hearts in too many ways kept one solitary being alive, fighting for truth, for justice, redemption and praying for salvation. The war raging within the single soul, standing lonely and afraid in the aftermath of the fire that tore through the hearts of everyone she should have loved, leaving them empty, blackened inside of themselves and turning her inside out.
She should of crumbled, they always wanted her to and she almost did but, they never knew her strength, were unaware that like a newly moulded piece of clay, carefully sculpted with faith and love, placed in the kiln for just the right amount of time...she would emerge beautiful and truly loved by her audience. A symbol of her own achievement and born of inspiration.
The start is halfway through and the end is nowhere to be seen.
A spirit rising from the ashes like a phoenix from the flames.
What broke so many hearts in too many ways kept one solitary being alive, fighting for truth, for justice, redemption and praying for salvation. The war raging within the single soul, standing lonely and afraid in the aftermath of the fire that tore through the hearts of everyone she should have loved, leaving them empty, blackened inside of themselves and turning her inside out.
She should of crumbled, they always wanted her to and she almost did but, they never knew her strength, were unaware that like a newly moulded piece of clay, carefully sculpted with faith and love, placed in the kiln for just the right amount of time...she would emerge beautiful and truly loved by her audience. A symbol of her own achievement and born of inspiration.
