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The rose garden has wilted,
the petals are fully dried.
The morning emptiness
making a hole inside.
A knot in the pit of the stomach
tied way too tight,
and the mind lost
somewhere far behind.
Sorry for being an

imploder

but,

darling,

so is every other star

that burns too bright
Bruised
battered
and
delayed
the
cage was open
but
the
bird stayed
I was prompted to repost
by
the
cries for help!
Abused woman there has to be a threshold the silence must be broken
there is help out there
I talk about damnation
so that I may understand the depth of prosperity

I walk my mind through our world’s fire
because only through
desperation
may I come to terms with the meaning of peace

I eternally breathe on the tip of a sword
because only then will I appreciate
being a shield to
others

I bear with restraint
so when let loose
I will never
debase the worth of having
wings unfolded

And when I close my eyes to rest
I don’t wish to see paradise
but to see reality
so when I wake
I only think about fantasizing
the life I live
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