#4 Her_thoughts

​As she walked through the door

seeking peace,

she stumbled over a broken thing, in pain she hissed.

A part of the yesterday 

that haunted her everyday,

was right before her,

 engulfed in the storm again,

everything went blurred.

She fought back,

what weighed her down.

Eyes shut, she sighed and stood up, 

straightening her crown.

Not even the storm within,

would stop her live the life of her dreams.

No matter how often she stumbles,

She will always treasure the life pearls.

She will find her way,

through the darkest night,

and the light of the day.

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