When Heaven Turns To Hell
At first, it was heaven — pure and bright.
Then came the cry,
A single tear that swelled into a river,
And from that flood, hell was unleashed.
Her world shattered,
Suffering took root deep within her soul.
She was never the same.
Locked away in her room,
Her mind a storm of questions —
Where did it all go wrong?
Was she the darkness itself?
Was it all just a cruel mistake?
Should she have spoken the truth?
Should she have let it go at the start?
Why did she stay?
Why did she believe?
Why did she think it would stay the same?
Was it all... for nothing?
What else could she have done?
After all, we all make mistakes.
But in the end —
How many will truly stay?
Who will remain, care, love,
Stand beside her through the storm?
Who will accept her — flaws and all —
Just as she accepted theirs?
Will there ever be a time
When she can be happy —
Happy with herself?
Free to speak her truth,
Without fearing loss,
Without fearing abandonment?
Copyright © Becoming trude from the ruins | Year Posted 2025
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