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.