A Tragedy and a Triumph
Love is blind in the most peculiar way
Since some cannot see the obvious in front of them
And they often stay.
Or the anguish of a torn soul; existing in a shell
Beat down to the core, though most couldn’t tell.
The invisible shards of a heart, where love use to grow
Where fantasy took plight and then reality started to show.
But…….....
There were always more layers, than what was in sight
An evolution of a spirit, that is now free to take flight.
Soaring through the skies of life and knowing who they are
No more stories of lies or deceit; instead the healing of a scar.
Misfortunes disappear, like a slate wiped clean
New beginnings and happiness which are now sewn back at the seams.
A tragedy gone and a triumph has prevailed,
A start to recovery and with it a new story to tell.
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