And she's
trying to hide it
But all the
bars she sets in stone
Won't make it
stop growing
Sunrises and
sunsets
Cold air and
wind
Life like a
flower
She sees her
life reflected
In the
frosted window
She wished
she hadn't constructed
These
rock-hard walls
But her
file's too small
To saw
through the bars
She's
dreaming
Of the life
she used to love
The life that
floated away
Down the
river...
But time will
bring life back
To her
If she waits
for awhile
Flowers dead
will start to bloom again
This made me sad then made me happy again. Some of your other poems did that to me, too, and I love it when they do.
ReplyDelete:D As a writer, I want my writing is able to do that. I'm glad it made you happy again! :)
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