She pulled the covers over herself gently – it was time to wake. She trembled at the thought for a moment. Who knew what steps lay ahead? Who knew if she was strong enough? Gentle fingertips, that once held herself together, were slowly pried away. It was an unveiling of sorts, mixed in with equal […]

via Uncertain Beauty, a poem — Sumyanna Writes

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