Liberated Lines - Day Five

I found her there tucked beneath the fear and the weight of everything I'd ever been because I thought I should be, and not because I was.

She was changed by the pain of years that were scarce in kindness, but still she was beautiful, with bright stitching in all the places she'd sewn herself back together.

I'd kept her locked away, sometimes on purpose, sometimes because it didn't seem there was any other way to survive, and when it came time to find her she was something between hidden and buried. I opened a door and she rose up to greet me and help me be more of myself. 

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