He destroyed my world in a single moment.
What was left in the wake of the deceit.
I was left to pick up the pieces of this complicated puzzle.
I don’t think I can take much more.
There is nothing left but the shell of who I once was.
My soul is aching to re-emerge.
Like the lotus flower that grows from mud, I too will rise above the muck and blossom beautifully.
When I look at the girl before me, I know she has been through quite an ordeal. She has a fearless spirit about her that won’t give up; no matter how many times life pushes her down. She may say she is exhausted, but I’m here to carry her when she cannot walk. She may say she is broken, but I’m here to help her fix the shattered remains. She may be gasping, but I’m here to put air in her lungs.