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Sabrina DeBree May 2019
Empty.
Cold.
Scared.
I sit in the cage I call a body and sob in vain.
Nobody will ever hear my screams,
My pleas for help will never even reach deaf ears.
Anyone who attempts in anyway to touch my imprisoned heart will quit,
Their motivation to heal me lost once they realize the true difficulty of that task.
The barriers I have built around me are too strong.
The traps I have laid are too daunting.
The prize, too worthless.

No matter how close they come to me,
No matter how long it takes them to realize,
They all leave in the end.
They all eventually understand that the trouble is not worth it.
They understand that I am not worth it.
So they leave.
And I remain trapped, cold and alone,
Building even stronger walls out of my own frozen tears,
Sewing my heart's new holes with a thread of broken hope,
And lining my soul with the fabric of regret.

But maybe next time will be different...
Sabrina DeBree May 2019
I'm a ship lost to the ocean, adrift on waves of nothingness,
led only by the current of my own sorrow.
I have no ties, no strong rocks to anchor me to the mainland - there is nothing to save me from the sea's harsh call.

I give in to its demands.

And with one last breath, I fall,
Finally giving myself over to the torrent of rushing waters and thundering screams.
I  savor the stabbing needle-like pain as I connect with the water,
I appreciate the throbbing numbness that overtakes my brain as the deafening noise grows louder until -

Silence.
And nothing.

I am lost.
Sabrina DeBree May 2019
Heartless machines are men.
Cold. Calculating. Cruel.
Humanity died with the creation of bankers.

Land makes a person.
Land makes a home.
Land makes a family.
How could anyone knowingly take that away and still possess a soul?
How could anyone knowingly destroy that without losing all of themselves in the process?
They can't.

Tearing down homes, ripping the fertile ground to shreds -
Only monsters can ignore the Earth's cries.
Only demons can force families away from their home and abandon them in the cold grasp of strangers.
Humanity died with the creation of bankers,
And the earth will never forgive that.
Sabrina DeBree May 2019
Under their lies,, I was trapped.
A mere bird in a cage,
A ballerina in a music box,
A doll in a play-set.
All my life I have obeyed,
Wants. Orders. Stage directions.
Ordered to be happy
Told I was free.

Under their lies, I wilted.
I became the perfect little slave for them
A mindless being, happy only when told to be.

Under their lies, I lost myself.
Daughter to Wife to Mother - I have never been more myself than now,
Surrounded by no one.
Completely. Alone.

Under my control, I will flourish.
Sabrina DeBree May 2019
Sunny and bright, it waits patiently.
Its silky bulb shimmering in the sunlight,
Its destiny only a slight breeze away.

Fluffy, shiny, airy and light
Sitting it waits for the breath of life
Dreaming of dancing through the sky.

A new beginning. A new life.
A new place to root - to grow,
To play and be joyful

Even with the recognition of Death's dark shadow lurking,
It clings onto the hope of better days to come.
Until finally it gets a chance to fly.
To spread its wings and inspire
To bring sweet memories to wistful old souls - To allow life to begin once more
This is the story of a dandelion. But it's also the story of so much more.

— The End —