She woke up one morning, soaked in the sun.
The knots in her mind slowly coming undone.
She felt her body , her arms and her legs.
This morning it felt easier to lift up her head.
Her body was light , recovering from pain.
She no longer clung to that familiar shame.
“I’m feeling okay” she said out loud.
She looked in the mirror, feeling quite proud.
The only element she needs to survive,
Is the energy that she cultivates to garden her mind.
To establish and co-ordinate each though that she has,
and remove the emotion that comes from the past.
She’s putting to rest,
the damsel in distress.
feeding her soul ,
and reaching her goal:
that love is within,
Not only through him.
And she’s filling her cup right up to the brim.
oh my this is amazing