the undefined road of grace towards freedom

Her hair flowing with the air, the faster the car goes, the freer she becomes. The further the distance between her and the world she left behind, the lighter she felt. Her smile is not discrete this time, she’s even laughing loudly to herself. This time her smile is because of her, because of the appreciation that she is alive and breathing. That her monument is safe, it’s getting rebuilt on the ruins of a past but with the determination of the future. With the wholesome, that is repairing parts of her. She can’t lie, part of the repairs is from the broken wings of the devil she fell in love with, the prisoner who stole her heart after and those who failed her and killed her. The recreation, the aftermath all fascinating for her to put into words. She still loves the darkness, admires its peacefulness, she believes that within this darkness the light was shone. The inner power and independency she lacked knowledge of seems to be the driven force of her growth. She still feels the fire ignite every now and then, sometimes it’s regular and powerful that she can’t control. However, she is learning how to calm this fire, to turn this reaction into a more positive one that would only affect her self love and strength. She knows she is capable of loving, she wants it to happen but she knows she is hard to handle, she is a challenge to contain, as she is the calm before the storm. As for this step to happen, another wholesome rebirth has to happen, one more beautiful and magnificent than the ones before. Now she looks back on the past, who and what lasted, one of the things she is grateful for is the fact that she is standing, she is grounded and she is grace in all its meanings.