In the Arms of a Soul Like Mine
A womyn who is scarred escaped the bars which wanted to rob her of all she could be.
See a womyn who's been through hell, who's soul can tell a thousand stories which will cut deep, but don't freak out for she is not weak.
She overcame, her soul is more powerful than steal; yet it shynes like a perfectly polished Diamond. Her rise to fame is within, to transform into a beautiful butterfly again.
Although her tears have dried, the growth within is still alive. She stands like a flame burning alive high above the sky. For such a womyn would lie safe and free in the arms of a soul like mine....
Shyne930, 2011.....
(inspired by a friend Enlightened Persona)
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