For a while, all that was there was smiles,

Vacant eyes and white lies,

For a while, she was just,

For a while, she was lost.

For a while, she smiled with lies at the helm,

Letting the lies pull her along in blissful calm,

But then it struck her like a stormy sea to a cargo ship,

She was ripped in half like the hull of the ship,

Stripped and ripped,

Bare and exposed,

Not posed with any dignity,

Lost and exiled in her own mind,

Blind to the line she crossed,

The botched attempt to settle her trauma,

The aroma of a trauma refusing to kneel and cower,

A trauma so deep and ingrained in herself,

Her health fell,

Her mind dwelt in the deep recess of her brain,

But there it was, the flame,

The flickering flame that was born from pain,

From The torment and chains,

“So.” She shrugged and turned with a smile,

To look at the frail pale child of her younger self,

For the truth had been there a while.

She was the Nile, strong and agile,

“So.” She shrugged and turned with a grand smile,

For the truth had been there a while.