#371

#371

Resurrected from death like despair
Gasping first breaths of free air
Released from a mental prison cell
With too many tragic stories to tell
But tell them she does, one by one
Hanging truth out to dry in the sun
A past from which she will not hide
Abusers won’t come along for the ride
4 dead; the others are cowardly men
Destroying the joy in remember when
Existing now with a fortressed soul
Learning to live being her only goal
She’s given up praying for true love
Except for that coming from above
rksmith
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