Her soul is like a dark tunnel

She feels she can’t escape her bubble

She doesn’t believe she’s the missing piece

To a puzzle

Her trust for others is gone forever

She feels like she is a worthless treasure

She feels weak just like a feather

She feels she does not matter

All night long, she wonders who she is

All night long, she wonders why she isn’t enough

All night long, she wonders if anyone still loves her

All night long, she wonders who would ever love her or care for her

She can barely see what is in front of her….

That makes sense, right?

Sometimes it’s hard to see with such tears in your eyes.

She hates herself

She despises herself

She isn’t special

She isn’t beautiful

She’s just another person who exists….

Someone who isn’t worth it enough

She trembles with every painful memory

Every word thrown and kicked at her

And that was when she saw it

A white feather

She struggled to pick up the weightless fluff with her dirty hands but still managed to lift it

If was soft

It was art

It was a start in healing

Her shattered heart

The feather, to her, no longer meant weak

The feather, to her, no longer meant powerless

The feather, to her, no longer meant distrust

It had strength

Wisdom

Freedom

Power

She no longer felt unloved

She felt like she mattered again

Like she truly mattered

She remembered that no matter what would happen, she was always going to be loved

And if there was no one on earth who loved her,

God was always going to love her.

Her soul was no longer dull

Her soul was now full

Her soul was finally gold