Through Sunday hymns and prayerful days. We cheer and shout, a joyful sound, On solid earth, where roots are found. For her, the books, the turning page, Reclaiming dreams from a long-lost age. The hum of knowledge, sharp and clear, Dispelling shadows, calming fear. Each lesson learned, a step anew, Becoming whole, and strong, and true. The laughter shared, the gentle touch, A love that means and matters much. Awakens now from troubled sleep. The vibrant hues, the sun’s warm kiss, The simple, pure and lasting bliss Of being present, being real, The wounds still there, but now they heal. A mother’s love, a spirit free, A testament to what can be. From ashes born, a phoenix bright, She walks in wholeness, bathed in light. No longer just a hollow shell, A story whispered, dark to tell. The girl of fifteen, buried deep,
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