She

Petals of hope drifted along the rivers of uncertainty.
Pausing. Yet unsure whether to pick up ceases of hope.
As if gathering all would change the predicament she was in.
At least it made her feel better seeing them in bottled forms.

Running against the torrents of change
The desire to let go was strong.
Seas of pain never cave in on her even as she awaits dearly for.
The end seems unreachable. Or was there even no end to begin with?
At last, it all ended.
She ran spirited to the fields of freedom..

Was that all she was looking for?
Looking back in regret...
Perhaps pain was all she ever knew how to embrace in this lifetime.

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Amazing.

its pointless trying to see this revive.