Sobreviviente
Truth is, there will always be
Melancholy in her eyes,
An abyss of despair
But the greatest irony,
There'll always be fire inside her
That fuels her abhorrence
And that after everything
She'd been through,
She survived the noxious storms
That rage her soul,
Now watch her build
Her own châ?teau
From the diamonds and pearls--
The valuable debris--
From that wreckage,
When you torn her life
Into thousands of pieces,
When all that remained
Was devastation and rubbish.
Copyright © Jessica Alvero | Year Posted 2021
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