A few minutes later she was finally gone.
Out of hell she escaped.
Without nothing, not even a scrape.
The butterfly had found an opening in the window.
And started to fly towards a better tomorrow…..
On to brighter days she thought to herself,
Not knowing that there would be new obstacles.
These obstacles would be different though.
The obstacles of the mind.
She wanted all memories erased.
Unfortunately she realized this would not be the case.
It took a long time for her to be able to function properly.
Years of torment, years of abusing herself.
Years of hating herself.
Seeking for love by any means necessary.
The lost wanderer, searching for her place.
Trying to figure out life on her own.
Through trials and tribulations she endured.
For so long she hated the word survivor.
It wasn’t until years later she wore it like a badge of honor.
The butterfly now soars sunrise to sunset.
Freely to higher heights.
She found her path and destiny.
Each day comes with its own set of challenges.
Each day she continues to grow and strengthen her wings.
No longer lost, she now wanders with love, hope and courage.
Searching for those who are in the same space she once was.
Searching to empower, searching to encourage and searching to inspire.