Shattered. Whole. Again.

Shattered. Broken. Irreparable.

Hollow. Empty. Nothing.

No stranger to pain. No stranger to being put down. No stranger to feeling nothing.

Yet never having felt anything like this.

How can that be?

How can she have this vast emptiness inside her and have a searing hot blade penetrate her heart burning away everything she’s ever known?

It happened. When she least expected it, it happened.

Against her better judgement, she allowed him in.

Against her better judgement, she shared with him.

Against her better judgement, she gave him the best she ever had.

Against her better judgement, she gave him the best she ever will be.

Like trash, he threw her away.

Like tobacco, he chewed her up and spit her away.

Like filth, he swatted her away.

Like nothing, she no longer existed.

She vowed never to love again.

Shattered. Broken. Irreparable... or so she thought.

Just as how the Pheonix rises from the ashes, so did she.

She quietly picked up her pieces. One by one, she mended them.

Day by day, she forged together.

Week by week, she grew stronger.

Month by month, she became whole again.

She smiled again. She laughed again. She loved again.

What?! How can that be?

Once thinking that love was lost to her forever, it caught her by surprise.

Love so unconditional.

Love so strong.

Love so cemented and rooted deep within her, nothing can tear it away.

Let anyone try, she won’t cave in.

Let anyone try, she won’t back down.

Let anyone try, she will fight to that person’s death.

Let anyone try, she will die for that love.

That love, oh that sweet, everlasting love saved her.

Saved her from misery.

Saved her from depression.

Saved her from herself.

How can this be? She vowed never to love again. How can it be?!

When this love came into her life. She accepted. She embraced it. She welcomed it.

She was blessed. Oh yes, she was blessed. Blessed three times over with this warm, tender love.

Love - when she first held them in her arms.

Love - when she first looked into their eyes.

Love - when she nurtured them from her bosom.

Love - when she she lets them go for the first time on their own.

Love - The love for her children. The best thing that has ever happened her.

Love for her children. The strongest there ever is. The strongest there ever will be.