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alexandra balevre
Poems
Mar 2016
Untitled
A Cinderella Story
That even Dickinson could not tell
The repertoire that is my body
Slowly collapsing--
As the grave birds alarm for arrival.
I speak to someone that is no one
For strength and guidance within.
Yet anticipated signs only result--
In disappointing strains.
Those demons, they say,
They fill us with fear.
Silhouetting us with cloaks
That havenβt a beginning nor end.
They are made from our troubles--
Our hardships, our pain.
We know where they come from
But will never know their names.
What to do is to ignite
Burn the bridges, light the night.
As Cinderella did in that baby blue dress,
Weβll be alright.
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