Sent with a purpose

She was sent with a purpose,
Thus wouldn’t allow,
Herself to go on,
With out answers now.

Her life was a struggle,
A constant fight.
In escaping regret,
Loosing her might.

Deep into herself,
She felt herself fall,
T’ward the black tainted secrets,
She made her self crawl.

Silent. Undetected,
She cradled her face
Tears glide her pale skin
A sobbed dance of pure grace.

Once again she searches,
For the ever hiding truths,
Her life, the dark hallways,
For the surrendering sleuth.

She reaches her end,
Blood seeps from her flaws.
She was sent with a purpose,
But left with a cause.

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Rose xox