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The sky is dark.
So dark that’s there not even a hint of sun peeking through.
It matches her heart.
The thunder rolls.
Lightening flashes, cutting jagged streaks across the sky.
They look like her scars.
The rain pours down.
Like the tears streaming rapidly down her cheeks.
When can she trust again?
Animals run for cover.
She wishes she could run far, far away.
Far from those who hurt her.
The wind whistles through the trees
Like the voice of God touching her hurting heart
Someone reaches out to her
The clouds begin to break open.
Like the hard dam she’s built around her heart
Broken from the love of Another.
The sun peeks through.
Like the hope slowly dawning in her heart
Maybe she can trust again.
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