The heavens are weeping
over her worn out frame.
When she felt the rain
pattering over her bruised skin and
felt the sting on her wounds,
she wanted to weep herself.
But not because of what she's been through;
but because she knew that the worst is finally over,
and that she made right through it.
She patiently waited for
the moon to once again peek
through the weeping clouds;
to shine its light over her path
so that she could find her way home.
She wouldn't mind the scars and bruises.
She'd wear them proudly like her own pair of wings.
***Hi there. I'm really, really sorry for my prolonged absence. It's just that it's been a busy week and since school has just begun, alot of kids and their parents were already clamoring for attention and so at the end of the day, it always leaves me too exhausted to open my laptop and write. I do really hope you'd forgive me. Hopefully, the adustment phase will soon be over and I can get back to my regular programming. Till then, please keep faith. :)
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