Out from the darkness she will rise.
Struggling to reach sunlight and blue skies.
Yearning for the freedom that is meant for the strong.
Knowing that it was meant for her all along.
Believing in herself, trudging forward.
Stretching while always reaching upward.
Just as she hits the surface of the other side.
Never looking back just remembering the ride.
Freedom belongs to those who are not afraid of the tears.
For those who are more afraid of the wasted years.
The lotus blossom never gives up and she never gives in
until she reaches the beauty above and the beauty within.
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