She chose to go on; when she found no reason.
She made a way within the blocked roads.
She chose to forgive; when she found no empathy.
She made a settlement with all the pointed fingers.
She chose to lose; when she found no faith.
She made a wall with all the crushed bones.
She chose to rule; when she found no life.
She made a kingdom with all the smashed pieces.
She chose to run; when she found no path.
She made a garden with all the thorns she carried.
She chose to fly; when she found no love.
She made a life with all the pain she endured.
She chose for herself, and she went on and on.
-@misaddressed
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