Roar

Somehow I look at myself and see a girl lost… Confused and torn… Her heart broken… Her soul worn… Scorned… Shredded and shriveled to pieces because she allowed him into her demons… And instead he laughed… Breaking her spirit… Making her ask… Is she worth it? Her soul now ash… From the singed pieces… Debris… Captured by the wind…Fleed… To nothing… A memory… That’s all she’d be… Until she could see… She is me… A reflection… Of a woman… Not a girl… Not lost… Not confused… Or torn… Perhaps scored and fuck yes… She’s worn but know… She’s strong… She’s a lioness and now its her time to roar