A Tortured Soul Reversed

Her eyes were of the utmost beauty, resembling a kaleidoscope of green and golden citrine. Her skin so incredibly delicate, you dare not reach out to touch the single tear slowly rolling down her chin for fear she may shatter. Adding to her beauty as always... by her side the single lovely pink rose wafting her favored scent to fill her soul. Yet it is her soul that speaks volumes through those magnificient eyes of wonder as if to say to the world... 'I am at peace and free of any bonds that held me captive, this of my own will'. The tear you were witness to was shed with serenity and joy. Today believe I am a precious existence. My spirit now balanced, memories no longer fragmented pieces of a splintered past. Look into my eyes what do you see? This was picture inspired can you imagine how beautiful she is?