She lies on the bed,
Curled up in a ball,
But feeling the warmth
Of hot tears running down her cheeks
She wants to forget -
To move on
But she can't
It's just not possible
The memories stick to her like mud
The pain shoots through her like a needle
Suddenly she feels a gentle hand on her shoulder
She turns to look,
She sees eyes of compassion
Eyes of understanding
She feels her face being caressed
She hears words of comfort and encouragement
She sees a look of utter compassion
Then she understands
That anything is possible
She is not alone.
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