Analysis of She Wrote To Herself.

Passion and determination scratched against each other. Powerful,yet the darkest. It drooled within tearing soul parts off.T'was exhausting and painful. Somedays were not nothing compared like being in the rock bottom.
 Scratch patches allover.Some unhealed scars and a few a die-with scars.
Embrace and See Beauty in the scars...She Comforted.
The Baggage only needs you.For You.To feel it and sit with it.Attend the fears,Its For Her.Its For You.But Such Queen Warrior,would she stop? What would you tell them when they are grown up?
That you gave up?
That the baggage overwhelmed your Soul?That you weren't not interested?
Or Lost Faith in Him?

But you rose like a damn Fire.A pearl,an Old Beautiful Soul.the Glory of the Outcome,outshined on her,stronger and Powerful. Crawling back to its spot,its Own. Its Power.

The Crown Glowed and She became the Queen.