Now she’s alone again, wondering if the sun could lighten up the dark corners as she stands comfortably there. Wondering if the wind can blow away the agony that lies beneath the memories that stab her from time to time. Wondering what and where the wilderness of life will take her this time.

She is as weak as the vulnerable plants that surround her but she comes into the light as a strong being. She tries much not to be tamed even the weakness is obvious in her body language.

She will heal on her own time, on her own light.

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