Years of put downs, gas lighting and lies have done their job well.
She’s mostly broken… Mostly. Still, some remnant of hope lives on inside of her…
That place deep inside where no one can reach. Where dreams form and resilience deepens. Here, her fractured mind tries to heal, as her heart whispers kind things to her.
The concept of “maybe” is introduced. And her spirit hums a lullaby: Maybe I’m worthy. Maybe there’s hope. Maybe I can start over.
Maybe.