She laughs her broken laugh
She dreams her broken dreams
She dances in the twilight
She plots, plans, and schemes
She takes her broken pieces
And falls upon her feet
She wanders through the forest
She stumbles, slips and squeaks
She lands upon a river
She cleans the tears from her eyes
She washes the blood from her feet
And watches the rust as it flows free
She summons up her courage
She fixes up her jeans
She runs her fingers through her tresses
She bares her teeth
And She faces the monsters
That have haunted her dreams
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Author:
Mary73223 (
Offline) - Published: November 1st, 2023 12:55
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
And metaphorically speaking, she finds a relationship and spreads the disease. Point being, we have to heal, people can't fix us. Tremendous write.
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