hours
its funny how sometimes hours can feel like days and sometimes hours can feel like minutes
its weird how much life can change in a few hours
its cruel how one hour she heard the best news of her life and within hours the worst
hours went by and her dream became a nightmare
the ugliest thing you could imagine
but the worst part is her pain wont heal in hours
it will take a lifetime
She did everything right.
Including the way She bore the ugliest tragedy with the most beautiful grace.
How She put her trust in something bigger than the simpleness of the broken world around Her.
It wasn't even pretend when she acted strong,
that is who She is.
A strong woman.
A woman I will always look to for inspiration.
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