To overcome

Pure as white,

Blood that stains fright.

She's screaming its name, as it disappears 

Straight into the darkness 

Everything she didn't want

All of her fears

Every return a rhythm plays

Pulling and strumming at her veins.

Need not pity; not comfort

She's strong, waiting to be built.

Happiness screaming out, pulsing through her skin

Pain flooding out  dripping down her chin. 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Powerful thoughts and emotions in the words.
"Need not pity; not comfort
She's strong, waiting to be built."
I liked and I understood the above lines. We shall gain strength after hard days and hard life. Thank you Daniealla for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Daniealla]

Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed my poetry :)

[Coyote Poetry]

I did enjoy and you are welcome.