she overcame everything meant to destroy her

And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

When my first love broke my heart, I swore to myself it was never going to get better- he was the only one for me, and I believed that for 18 months. It wasn’t until I met my second love I knew that what I once knew definitely wasn’t true. Then he walked away with my heart as well and I feel a familiar feeling and the main string of hope is I remember how I once felt, how broken I was and then time healed my deeply cut wounds, I’m only hoping its the same this time around, and that- that makes me full of hope.

so in writer’s craft our assignment is to write the worst poem we can possibly create