Out of the ashes, down from the mountains, she will emerge.
Through winds of pain, rivers of mourning, and landscapes of isolation, She emerges.
Battled by treacherous tumultude, the cloak that she carries is the warmth that she bears, as the shadows of head, revere her victories
And in armour of heart, her staff goes forth..
To conquer her demons, to slay her dragons, and bring to light the depths of despair.
Out of the ashes, down from the mountain, she has EMERGED
poem by Nelida Avila / Abstract Acrylics
Artist markers, pastels, and Ink
Artist markers, pastels, and Ink
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