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Jun 8
The most beautiful woman,
I've ever seen,
Strong and resilient,
And she resembles me.

She used to walk,
Upon broken glass,
But she built a bridge,
And now walks with class.

She wears the scars unseen,
Upon the soles of her feet.
A reminder to herself,
To never accept defeat.

Her passion burns so bright.
And she'll always be My Sunshine.
Humbly unaware her light,
Is so beautifully divine.

The smile she used to force,
For the spectators to be appeased,
Is now a genuine fixture,
For she, herself, is pleased.

Nobody ever told her,
The road was paved with glass.
Couldn't believe their words,
"This too shall pass."

The wounds of her past,
Will always be scars.
But she now walks with pride,
With the most wonderful heart.

A heart that slowly changed,
From blackness to bright.
When she fought for herself,
And discovered her light.

She may still hurt,
From time to time,
But you'll never know the strength,
Of this daughter of mine!
To my daughter who learned to climb out of her own personal hell and walk with light and pride. This is a continuation of a previously written poem called "The Walk"
Written by
Robin Dunlop  41/F/Haughton, LA
(41/F/Haughton, LA)   
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