She didn’t want to hold on to the poison anymore.
She can’t let herself get emotionally drained anymore.
She wouldn’t allow anyone come close to her anymore.
She needed a cure.
She needed to let go.
Let go all the negativity.
Let go all the pain,
to help her move on.
To help her get back up.
But every time she would get up in the morning,
she was reminded of the dark pain.
How people around her have hurt her.
How people around her had brought her down.
How showing her face with a smile across it was the best fake thing to do.
Because frowning was never considered beautiful.
Because revealing pain was looked down upon.
Because being around someone who’s showing their dying inside never looked good.
She wants to smile again.
She wants to be happy.
She wants to get rid of the baggage.
So she got up,
she grabbed all the things that reminded her of pain.
All the things that are hurting her.
All the things that are holding her back.
She threw them all into her car.
Drove to an open field.
Lit everything on fire.
Watched her past burn.
Watched her sins disintegrate.
Watched the weight that were on her shoulders vanish in smoke into the air.
As she walked back into her car,
drove back home,
went back into her room,
she looked in the mirror.
She was reminded that even letting a harsh past go,
it’s still apart of who she is.
However, this time,
she looked at herself as a warrior.
A soldier who survived violence,
However, she never felt so good.
Wearing scars never felt better.