There Will Be Light

Smoke flows out
of her parted lips,
Fingers intertwined in
her dark hair tips.
Her face was empty,
But her mind was loud,
The scars on her thighs,
She was far from being proud.

Reminiscing back into the past,
Blood on her hands
Oxidizing into crust.
She fought and she cried and she begged to be free,
But it was all in vain for no one heard her pleas.
Ground into pieces was her agonized heart,
She flailed in an ocean of sorrow till the breath she thought last.
It was over, she thought, but life dragged her back out,
Only to be plunged back in to continue to drown.

Her mind was her dungeon,
Her capturers her reflection-
And her body was her canvas
in which she painted with blood.

She starved, she cut,
She scratched and she screamed,
Her mind a violent scene,
The pain an unstoppable flood.

It got to a point where she resorted to death,
To hopefully set her free and help her story end.
Eternal sleep was getting closer,
She welcomed the darkness-
But something gripped her back
From what she thought was happiness.

In a mass of darkness, there will be light-
Though not obvious, it will soon come to sight.
She's fought for too long,
her demons leave her to rest;
She has become strong,
And her heart, god finally blessed.