The bruises she carried in her heart
were deeply worn like her steps
in her home
that helped her go up
while the other brought her down…
to a place
she didn’t know her way around,
but she kept going
until she found
her strength
to let go of the hurt
and embrace the love.
poetry copyright neha 2020. Image borrowed from Sue 🙂
In response to Sue’s #Writephoto prompt. Thank you Sue!
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