She collects
scrapes
and bruises
on her
heart,

like a
6 year old
school girl
tumbling from

her bike
down an
emotional
hill.

47 and
praying
for the

cleansing

of rain.

in a field
parched
from love,

and a
tender
lovers
midnight
hand.

now she
dodges
falling
stars,

once she
wished
upon them.

and the
morning
Halloween
face
in the
mirror she

thinks

can't
possibly
be her.

a her
she
doesn't
even
recognize
anymore.

afraid of
changes
she will
just live
her life.

to the end



and then

simply fall

away from

the earth.

in all
she has

martyred


and has
cocooned
herself
within.
.

but once......

sigh.