she would survive
life punctuated by all things in between
like everyone else, there was nothing special to her misery,
except it was her own
she would survive
accept the inevitable sorrow and joy
sloshed together in one global mess
burdened by this reality:
that life is hardly beautiful
and beautifully hard
she would survive
letting him come in and then the exit
always the exit
long, short
it didn't matter
eventually it all goes the same way
him gone
and her heart taken
she would survive
friends who marched in and took up residence as rivals
silken lies wrapped up with string and pretty packaging
hiding the knives and poison and misplaced rage
she would survive
her own insecurities and sabotage
the frequent whispers in night that plotted against her
plots of her own imagination
she would survive
to rise up
beyond all traps and tribulations
and fly away from the fear and harsh realities
getting lost in the beauty of what could be
and who she was
she would survive
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