Risen

Her shadow lurks through the woods

Woods of her own starving eyes

Her past weakened bodies

Hiding among trees

Holding dead limbs

The ghost of her rises

In a storm

Of fallen leaves

She's out for blood

The blood of the players

Her betrayers

The cheaters

 Users

Her abusers

Under her sweet smile

Her kind face

Grew a dark side

Her sweet nature

Was plucked

And ripped in half

And her heart

Was scarred

Covered in ash 

But from ashes

She rose again

And each time

She rose

She grew lighter

Wiser

Still in her eyes

Stained darkness

On the trails

Her ghost goes trailing drifting by

Haunting

 Her soul

And each day

Her ghost

 falls further away

Witnessing Light

Love

And happiness 

 

Reviews

[aj milton]

I like this piece of writing. The imagery is strong. The gloom of the forest and the angry vengeful ghost... fading as she starts to see light instead of darkness.