Tuesday, October 14, 2014

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That one night
It all seems like another life
Yet I think of it and many nights
More…
Cocooned in the worst fear
The fear of broken feet
When I was a ballerina
The fear of knowing
My kryptonite
The fear rushes into me
And sets ablaze
Like wildfire
It’s like withering
Without sunshine
Midst the cold
Longing and waiting
To belong to someone
Somewhere much more