Sunday, August the 15th, 2010.

She sits, with the anticipation of what lingers around each corner.
The sun pierces through the clouds that dress the sky, supplying warmth and acknowledgment.

Thoughts streaming like a reel left unattended on an 8mm film projector. 

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One after another visibly displayed for only her eyes to see...the good, bad, happy, and some just flat out dark. This darkness harbors itself deep inside, it is indeed apart of who she is.

Through shattered glass that be her renewing heart and soul, she picks herself up, baring a cross that signifies her own struggle...weight of the yesterdays, and the pains of today. Retreating back to the known is a danger that she would not make it out of alive.

So, with the sky, moon, and stars guiding her, and the sounds of music that bring a beat to her heart, she walks- ever so slowly, but steadily into the unknown. By far the most difficult thing yet that she has faced.

The mirrored image that stands before her is a stranger that she is getting to know for the first time in over twenty-six years. 

With an undying passion to survive and fight, though at times despising this quality that is engraved in her bones, she prevails and makes it through another day.