She refused to mold
To bend, to fold
Mended seem to seem
By the things that she had seen
Working hard to weave
The visions in her dreams
Into something beautiful,
Something pure and clean
Nothing could be taken
She refused to be forsaken
So she ran for the hills
To avoid all of the chills
She prayed to the skies
Asking Gods the “who’s” and “why’s”
Was this pure regression?
Self suppression?
Love?
Obsession?
These questions were quite pressing
But she sifted to find blessings
Somewhere in her pain,
She knew there’d be a lesson
She didn’t wish to lessen
The importance of her choices
But couldn’t sort her thoughts and feelings
From all of the voices
Clarity
She prayed
Each and every day
But still the dreams that haunted her
Sent her on her way ~
Apr 7, 2023
Apr 7, 2023 at 7:43 PM UTC
She refused to mold
To bend, to fold
Mended seem to seem
By the things that she had seen
Working hard to weave
The visions in her dreams
Into something beautiful,
Something pure and clean
Nothing could be taken
She refused to be forsaken
So she ran for the hills
To avoid all of the chills
She prayed to the skies
Asking Gods the “who’s” and “why’s”
Was this pure regression?
Self suppression?
Love?
Obsession?
These questions were quite pressing
But she sifted to find blessings
Somewhere in her pain,
She knew there’d be a lesson
She didn’t wish to lessen
The importance of her choices
But couldn’t sort her thoughts and feelings
From all of the voices
Clarity
She prayed
Each and every day
But still the dreams that haunted her
Sent her on her way ~
Sorry for the mediocrity
