Return, of the Goddess

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Her mind was a dance floor.
Her body, hers to mould.
No need for hymns nor heroes,
She found salvation in her soul.

Not always accepted.
Looked down on, and rejected.
But when everything was said and done,
On the inside, well-respected.

Floating through the jungle.
Growing her own law.
She felt the life and love and hate
in everything she saw.

She had no time for rivals.
No devils in her bible.
She could see, all things just gave their best,
to dream their own survival.

Fought through every struggle.
Made demons treat her well.
Lived life as if in heaven,
After conquering her hell.

She wasn’t rich, nor famous.
She was ‘just a little girl.’
But through her loss, her pain, her suffering,

She had evolved.

She healed the world.