Analysis of the heart

My precious girl was afraid of love,
Until one day she wasn’t.
Her heart became a little dove,
Flying away from his poison.

Freedom unblocked all the feelings,
bringing happiness into her life,
They call it a miraculous healing,
Cause there is no trace of her strife.

They don’t know her years in struggle,
Pretending that all love is great,
Trying to learn how to juggle,
Instead of showing her real self straight.

Losing it all by pieces,
Finding some parts again,
Waiting till the pain eases
and conditions no longer obtain.

And each day she was a step closer.
Closer to knowing her strengths.
There were no more posers
despite her journey’s rough length.