she gets stronger every day
I can see it
and with every breath that she takes
she believes it
one step at a time,
word after word
she’s been shaken to the core
her foundations stirred
but she’ll emerge from the ashes
like the sunrise
for underneath the pain she bears
she’s a phoenix in disguise
Morrighan's Muse 
This is beautiful, Liz.
Does she know she’s disguised? Interesting, when I read it, I feel like she’s disguised, even from herself.
I think most of us are disguised, but we only realize it when it has no other choice but to shed that disguise.
I hate those times…