And so she sat, exhausted unable to signify the way she felt.
Much has happened in the last 24 hours
…much more than she could have wrapped her anticipation around
But she was partially elated
From the fact that she was living
Who knew that this blue bird would find her wings that showed her things that one could not have imagined
Solely truly alone?
All of a sudden, life had new
cullers colors and it was alright
He was her wings.
Who knew that this blue bird
would begin to fly?
-writings on the train