She was hurt, again,
She felt this weight on her chest,
A threat to her well-being,
She only found relief in admiring the early dawn,
The birds chirping, pink clouds shifting slowly before her eyes,
That brief moment of peace,
That's what healed her pain,
And sewed her ripped soul,
Hurt so many times,
By the ones she loved.

26.6.17
5:30 Am