It's a work of art, the way you fell apart and put yourself back together
The way you rebuilt the walls around you, like nothing had ever gotten through.
It was so difficult for you, to do this on your own.
But you fought your demons,
and you prayed through, and through.
Along with your walls, you also rebuilt yourself.
The end result was just something else.
Someone no longer guarded by fear, you have no idea how far you've come my dear.
Now you're much more than you once were, & I've never seen anything more beautiful.
. -m.n
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 7:09 PM UTC
It's a work of art, the way you fell apart and put yourself back together
The way you rebuilt the walls around you, like nothing had ever gotten through.
It was so difficult for you, to do this on your own.
But you fought your demons,
and you prayed through, and through.
Along with your walls, you also rebuilt yourself.
The end result was just something else.
Someone no longer guarded by fear, you have no idea how far you've come my dear.
Now you're much more than you once were, & I've never seen anything more beautiful.
. -m.n
Request permission to use this poem