The floodgates within her are opened

Water gushes from behind her walls,

Stampeding like a herd of wild beasts to release the tension within.

What had been building overcomes her with its strength,

She falls to the floor, drowning in it.

The world around her melts away,

The flames of life’s adversity liquefying its once strong presence.

A comforting hand, a soothing touch,

Only encourages the turmoil within her.

She cannot be consoled.

She cannot be redeemed.

She cannot be repaired.

She is broken.


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