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I watched her crumble in a sea of silent tears, her soul torn to shreds by wrenching pain. Like a small, helpless child, she cried secretly, overwhelmed by the cracks that were tearing through her being.
Her eyes went out, losing all sparkle of life. She wandered in darkness even in the bright sunshine, terrified, aimless. The will to live had been extinguished, becoming an unbearable weight that drowned her in despair.
I watched her spinning a garment of bitter tears, praying each night until sleep claimed her. She stumbled again and again over the panic that stalked her, as fear crept icily through her insides, covering every wound with its cruel mantle.
I heard her voice break in a heart-rending cry: ‘I can't take it anymore. And though the pain consumed her insides, an unquenchable spark burned within her, refusing to give up.
Where she drew that glimmer of strength that kept her going is a mystery. But today, as she looked at her reflection in the mirror, something changed. For the first time in a long time, she recognised herself.
The tears were no longer tears of suffering, but of rebirth. Like a flower bursting its bud after the harsh winter, she emerged from the darkness with renewed beauty. Scars that tell of an epic battle, and a look that has seen the abyss... but has decided to live.
-Welcome home,’ I said, ’Welcome to the life you deserve.
For she had walked through the valley of the shadow, and she had prevailed. The tears that once choked her, were now the canvas on which she would paint her rebirth.