she finally saw the light

The cracks ran deep, a map of old despair, Where betrayal carved its canyons, stark and bare. Threats were the storm that rattled every pane, And silence fell, a heavy, numbing rain. Her voice, a rasp from all the words unsaid, A sour throat, with bitter tears she bled. She thought herself a shadow, less than light, A fading ember in the endless night. But through the wreckage, stubborn, soft, and true, A thread of kindness, like a flower, grew. She gave it to the world, a gift so free, Not knowing she was watering a tree That grew within her heart, a sturdy oak, With roots that thrived on every blow she took. And in the quiet, past the noise and dread, A different voice arose inside her head. It wasn't loud, but gentle, firm, and clear: "You've always been enough, my dear, my dear." She saw the girl who stumbled, fell, and rose, Who faced the dark and walked through all her woes. No need for vengeance, no more bitter rue, Just gratitude for all she made it through. She is the dawn that breaks the stubborn night, The calm assurance, the recovered light. No more regrets, just ground she's proud to stand, The masterpiece she finally understands.