She Lived On

and she rode, softly healing the darkness inside of her,

hoping the trees would take her and the sky would watch over her.

beauty knew only truth could hope

and she watched carefully as the flowers bloomed

the sky turned a vibrant color and books filled with words,

windows led to the world outside and life lived on.

and all her faith sprouted when she realized

that she had done this.

she had turned the world into a full, hopeful place

all things lived

all things watched.

it was a beautiful sphere,

for her light overcame,

for the one who had controlled her changed her ways.

and her soul lived eternally,

in heaven. because she had abundant

faith left inside.


the last God saw of her was that faith.

she never turned on it,

and lived on.


The End

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