The confidence and will power
To leave behind her demons
And run away.
She’d suffered for too long
And decided enough is enough.
Packing a few pens and her precious journal,
She runs and runs and runs …
Far, far away from the place
She once called “Home”
Exhausted, she stops.
While dropping the bag and herself
To the ground, she lets the tears fall
For the first time in years.
All the tears dried up,
The hole in the heart getting wider and wider
She takes out her journal and starts writing
Not caring for the grammar, spellings and rhymes.
Writing and writing
She goes to sleep.
That night – the first in years;
– She slept like a baby.
The next day she wakes up
To the song of the birds
And the sweet scent of daisies.
She was happy.
She takes a look at her journal,
At all the words spilled across the page,
And is happy that she is finally free,
Free to do the one thing she’s destined for.
From her own ashes;
Like a Phoenix does
And she was ready to fly high …