The signs were there, she just chose not to see
Warnings of danger, of what might be
On thin ice she tread, ever testing fate
Wishing the next step, the hurt would abate
As luck would have it, that layer did crack
Wondering should she forge forward, or quickly turn back
Ahead was the promise of something new, something light
Wallowing behind was that "it", dark as night
She started to swim with confidence she never had before
Wading, exhausted, she pulled herself to shore
The ground pushed up to meet her, giving her time to realize what she had done
Whispered gently in her ear, "no need to look back, my love...you have won."
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