Monday, February 15, 2010

The Tearing Place

She stands alone
Head high in the clouds
Wrapped in their soft embrace

She hopes alone
arms reach for more
quiet dreaming her escape

She waits alone
Feet painfully nailed
in this tearing place

She sees the sun
Feels it’s warm rays
Yet she cannot break free
wishful feet soaked by rain

Half calm, half scared
Half more, half less
Half everything she wants to be
Half everything she's not

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