Finally

“And I finally washed up on the shore, after decades and decades, of fighting this war. With wounded marks, and battle scars. With only traces left, of what once was my heart. But I won’t give up. No, the fight isn’t over. It’s only just the start. And I know I can’t quit, until I put myself, back together. This battle, won’t be won, until every ounce of my pain, has been transformed, into glorious art.”
-Little girl speak