What she is

Unclothed
By the pestilence of time
She roam the Earth
As she exposed her scars
The very relics
 That reminded her
Of her dark past

In her heart, the flame
Unleashed from the depth
of her own hell
She silently spilled
 every vile she kept
Till anger and hate, all sorted out
And dealt with

In her mind, her own beauty resides
Consuming every good thought
That she could think of
She adhered to positivity
over negativy
Escalating herself
And her own individuality

In her soul
She sees beauty
sweetly erupting
In the free world
You needs to be

Words : © mai102917
Image : © welbart