Ink Stained Soul…

Somewhere in the pain and tears you find pieces of yourself.
The nights don’t feel as lonely. You are not scared like you once were.
The songs don’t pull you into a trance or spiral.
Days are not filled with thoughts of them.
You just become more and more yourself.
It slow.
So slow you can’t exactly pun point it’s beginning.
You grow into who you were always meant to be.
And you realize that’s me.
I am her.