Miles Away
My writing is complete,
Leaving my soul exposed.
My despair transposed to relief,
So much stronger than I imagined myself to be.
As I lived it,
I saw myself as weak,
Unworthy for attracting contempt.
Yet here I stand in the aftermath,
With sunshine pumping through my veins,
And clarity shining in my soul.
It took words on the page to prove it to myself.
Some of it unclear until the last word was written.
I am free to go now.
Wherever I choose to wander.
Bruised but never broken,
Strong and wise from the journey.
I am free from the chaos.
Peace,
Stella
