What ails you child?

Eff Lynch B

I ask softly, not wishing to startle the frail little girl.

My dear, you are but a shell!

What’s happening?

Come on, please take my hand.

That’s it. We can go slowly,

One foot at a time,

let’s dance together.

But, she can’t.

Her pillows cling to month old tears,

every inch of skin is bound tightly to bedsheets that haven’t been spun round in daisies for a while.

Instead, she opens up her duvet and invites me in to join

She says her dancing days are done

So let’s just lie here for a minute or more

But I know there’s a song

I don’t  remember the bass line

And I can’t hold a tune to save my life

But when I find it

and I know I will.

She will dance once more

  • Author: GM SKOONA (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 17th, 2022 06:02
  • Category: Sad
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  • L. B. Mek

    ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uZ5V6QuAC24 )
    thanks for sharing,
    'Break the Shell, and Dance
    free yourself
    of your own constraints and watch
    your horizon's, blossom
    to the you, You have it
    in you: to become!'



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