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Jul 2017
Here I am again, back where I began Iron locks, rusty doors,
It doesn't matter how hard I try
The fires are fiercely fanned

Leaving only ashes, smoke always lingers
I pick myself up, dust it all off
Wonder why I bother, again and again
Sifting for fragments, with ****** bruised fingers

Why do I do it over and over, just to return
Back to the cage, I'll never escape
Breaking out for a moment, slammed back in
I'm alive but never lived, I watch my years burn

Why do I hold on to hope, I should put it all down
How can I find the pieces, so very tiny,
Over time and places, they've been scattered
Will I ever be myself again, my mind is twisted around


I'm waving the white flag, I'm calling it done
To weak to get up, no reason to be found
Leave me in my ashes, this Phoenix won't fly
Every ounce of my pain is a boulder, now buried under a ton


Just call the time of death, it's done

Β©Pauline Russell
Pauline Morris
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Pauline Morris  51/F/Southern Illinois
(51/F/Southern Illinois)   
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