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In silence she waits Curled up like a doll in the corner. Made of porcelain Showing cracks in her exterior Exposing her fragility Her humanness Her reality Hiding away from the world Her talents untapped and unnoticed She waits for it all to pass over her like a storm A slow moving tornado anchors down right next to her She seems unfazed by the interruption Focused on her intentions Pure intentions They get stirred up Mixed around Like old dirty clothes in a washer. The walls crumble in and nearly upon her Creating a cloud of dust that clogs her eyes Filling the holes and cracks with temporary means Just enough exterior roughness To strengthen her otherwise smooth unruffled appearance She carries herself forward through life Through the here and now Like she is floating just above the surface Of a vast ocean. The currents and waves leave her unaffected As she proceeds to remain just out of reach Above the noise and turbulence. She moves like a ghost Born out of the water as it merged with the earth Imperfect vulnerability Inner rage Well contained from years of trauma She leaves this place unscathed Like a child of light She moves beyond what we experience here Tied with chains and bonds With every break a new link forms She cannot escape her fate She remains trapped Like a bird in a cage. She sings for freedom |