I held onto the fantasy for so long…the scenes blurred into reality….
Somewhere along the line…through your own eyes I could only see…
And I stayed a child, helpless and dependent upon a hero who was broken underneath his medals…
But I’m beginning to know and love the woman I’ve become…long after the dust has finally settled….
He kept her locked away…until she only felt the death of every petal….
The bars of abuse are difficult to break…
But she has her own life to now create…
The end of one story, and the beginning of a new one.
The fantasy has now faded and disappeared…
Her old life is gone.
