Blind alleys of the past, where light she once faced,

A decade swallowed by heroines fervent embrace.

A Mustang white, through winter's chill, a haven,

Two souls adrift, in love's intricate space,

Seven years bittersweet, of love and shared dreams,

Then, in a stroke, one heart ceased to beat.

Alone, she faced the silence, beat by beat,

The echo of the love that did retreat.

In dreams, she sought his face, in a lonely space,

But found herself in addiction's cold embrace.

Her best friend's passing another cruel defeat,

A deeper void, a darker, colder haven.

From depths of despair, she cried for a haven,

For strength to break the cycle, to defeat

The demons that lurked in her heart's space.

A plea to the heavens, to alter the darkness she faced.

To release her from sorrow's tight embrace,

To wake her from these long and hellish dreams.

And in her plea, a spark ignited dreams,

A chance to leave behind her haunted haven.

A man arrived, with a gentle embrace,

Who saw beyond her scars, and the demons she’d faced.

He found the beauty in a frayed heartbeat,

And shined with a light that brightened her darkened space.

With him, she found love in a new space,

A future bright with promise, with dreams

No longer echoes of the demons she’d faced,

But steps towards a hopeful, loving haven.

Together, finding rhythm, beat by beat,

In the dance of a life renewed, a loving embrace.

No longer marked by needles, or the devils embrace,

Her arms now linked with his, a sacred space.

A locket of Arthur’s ashes, a preserved heartbeat,

Around her neck, a reminder of past dreams,

A symbol of a journey, a haven

Of bittersweet memories, and the journey she’s faced.

She often thinks of all the trials she’s faced,

The love she lost, and the feeling of new love’s embrace.

This Haven that could only have been God sent,

The dreams she’s yet to accomplish, but now her days are spent,

Thanking God for his loving, for giving embrace,

And for gracing her with this beautiful newfound space.

With each heartbeat, she’ll turn to face the sun,

Grateful for the battle she has won.