Words for my daughter

I have a daughter who sometimes posts poems on social media. Usually during a low time. She has a big heart and is (I think) bipolar. At least on that spectrum.
There is a beloved that she's very recently parted from. She is living with an old highschool chum's parents gratis because she hasn't had a real opportunity to save much for a rainy day. She has been uprooted for the last several years, travelling overseas and out West. I think this man now gone was her anchor, her quiet place, her solace in a world unsettled. She hasn't really firmed up her career and is again looking for work.
Anyway, earlier today she posted a photo of herself on social media and it was filtered with coarse texture and reddened eyes. Attached were a few of her words running with unhappiness. It was pained and painful both.

"we were young once
we were innocent and pure
experience branded
burning flesh
seared to ash"

I was moved to write my own bit of poetry as a response. The first I've written in a while I think. I hope it resonates with her in a way that helps.

Deepened
Layers revealed perhaps.

or a gouging - the scoured working of once-unmarked simplicity into unrecognized, unknown vistas

Geographies over time evolve from smooth plain to complexities
Hardened sediments
Riven magma rivers
Shaken mountains
And a draining of sweet water

But past pain and beyond still-red scars lies music
and beauty that flows over these things like wind over trees, like a masterful hand over an instrument
And when you are far enough along your path
A path in part you have trod in pain, in tedium, in hope set down or joy gone grey
You see past is a passing into clarity
Clear as new sweet water returned
Fresh as a flowering
Flowering from soil which once was stone - stone now wrought through time and turmoil and textures until it may nurture new seeds.

And in all this, release lives
And beauty resides
Again Anew Always

 

THATS GREAT

 

Really good stuff.