You played her like a violin,
You plucked at her heartstrings ,
You drew your bow across her spine,
Your harshness left a sting.
You treated her like an angel,
But tried to clip her wings
You chained her up to "keep her safe"
And bound her up with string.
You showed your prize to everyone
Like some fine work of art,
But you were never an artist
And you eventually broke her heart.
No one realized how you were
Until they saw her cry,
You beat her down with all your words
You told her she not to fly.
You failed to see how strong she'd grown
Or how she'd broken free,
Each word and stone you threw at her
Will now exact a fee.
She rains down with fury
Now you begin to understand,
That your words had hurt her more
Than the devil could command.
You pushed her down but she's back up
Staring you in the eyes,
The hatred you see there
Reflects the rumbling of the skies.
She's past you and won't look back
She has a new life now,
She's found someone who loves her
This time she's bound with vows.
She's built a throne upon her pain
But does not rule through fear,
She's a better queen than you could dream
Now that she's in the clear.
She's respected now like the queen she is
Known for her beauty and grace,
She's loved by all and feared by some
For she has found her place.
She plays her own songs now
Symphonies of laughter and light,
Her melodies are happy
But tell of her fierce fight.
She unfurls graceful wings
And flies up towards the clouds,
Reaching for her dreams
Making everyone so proud.
She paints her story as she likes
Mostly in yellows and greens,
She stays away from black and blue
She loves to paint her scenes.
She's beautiful in her bravery
And fierce in her pain,
She has finally found the strength
To wash away your stain.
-sew