Can you imagine
spending three days
clothed in
bright white light
and a shapeless gown
cut off and
totally isolated
from everything
in a frantic
desperate
aching effort
to be well again
and then
you unravel her
because the escape
wasn't real
and the moment
she lands back
onto the cold earth
she ran from
there it is
waiting for her
worse than ever.
Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 8:01 AM UTC
Can you imagine
spending three days
clothed in
bright white light
and a shapeless gown
cut off and
totally isolated
from everything
in a frantic
desperate
aching effort
to be well again
and then
you unravel her
because the escape
wasn't real
and the moment
she lands back
onto the cold earth
she ran from
there it is
waiting for her
worse than ever.
I guess sometimes the soul just gets weary; that's my week. Love to all my word friends out there! <3
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