So she sits #1

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Part one of some free writing, reflective poems

#1

So she sits.
She waits and wonders if things will change.
Her disengagement from the world humble and acquiescent.
At peace with the turbulent thoughts that she stumbles through.
There is no time left to wonder or wander through time.
The heat of the passion which no longer burns was matched only by the furnace of ferocious fears which tore her apart inside.
We had waited.
Waited for her to take charge of her mind.
Waited unaware of the pain she was in.
She bore it with baited breath, blindly believing we'd breakthrough the barriers and bravado to breathe life back into her baron beliefs.
We didn't.
So she sits.

 

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