Echo

She stood in front of the mirror trying to recognize the person staring back at her.

The scars looked lovely on her, adorned like jewels won fighting fierce battles.

Her eyes shone with pristine tears accounting all she had loved and lost.

Her body was entwined with the promises that others failed to keep.

She was all that the world tried to project her as, yet she was not defined by it.

She was in ruins but she wasn’t dusted as yet.

She was a refugee; charting her way across territories of false hopes abandoned by people who promised to stay.

She was a reminder that some people are meant to fight their wars alone to make themselves some room in this world.

She was a survivor.
She smiled at her alter ego in the mirror. She smiled back.

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