A Lost Hope

 All is lost;

empathy is pain.

The blade drips blood,

a fallen grace.


A soul drenched in darkness,

yet she will not bend.

Her eyes are haunted;

her hands are cold.


She wandered into the dark alone, 

ashamed of what others may discover.

The fear of self-love turning to disappointment

made her unwilling to accept her path.


Her past is marked with shadows and scars,

yet her resilience never has wavered.

She now searches past the demons in her mind

to fully understand herself in all of her beauty.

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